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letra de corner sto' - j. stalin

[intro: sample]
i’m so into you, i’m falling on to you
i’m so into you, i am

[verse 1: j. stalin]
another day in the ghetto, god bless the dead
i’m still pushing in the trap, smoking purp to the head
i lost another n-gga and a family member
d-mn, there goes another one, timber
i lost my daddy, bounce back like simba
hard for these n-ggas to stop a real winner
whole family eating, guess who bringing in the dinner
money on my agenda, feds on the phone line
she keep my bundle in the jeans, i’m so dary on
long as you takin care of the hood, you can carry on
barely grown but the hustle well known
my n-gga, i’m from where the birds flown
whole zip in my drawers right in front of the store
pocket full of loaf make these b-tches all go
i’m into distributing my n-gga, i movin snow
we into distributing my n-gga, we move snow

[hook: j. stalin]
whole zip my drawers right in front of the store
i put these nike’s to work when i see the po-po
you ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for
watchu grindin for..
whole zip my drawers right in front of the store
i put these nike’s to work when i see the po-po
you ain’t stackin yo money what you grinding for, for
it ain’t what you make, it’s what you put up

[verse 2: j. stalin]
still flipping i ain’t talking bout gymnastics
spending my cop money on cd graphics
i’m from the home of crack, i tell you bout traffic
i tried to take a nap but the phone kept smacking
tell them i need help they say i’m overreacting
but my clientele m-ssive, so a n-gga know they watching
on the other hand, b-tch n-ggas is talking to the coppers
rip mufasa, gregory smith
before i knock a n-gga down, give em italian kiss
forgive me for my sins, i just wanted to be rich
a starter in the game, never ridin a b-tch
slide up with a clip n-gga long as a trench coat
that’s how you rock when your c0ke come on a gold boat
bubble over top like a root beer flow
when the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote
when the feds kick in the door, man that’s all she wrote

[hook]

[verse 3: lil’ blood]
lil blood keep it real like boosie n-gga blood trill
touch 50,000 of a white b-tch in high heels
blew 30,000 in a week to see how it feel
rock 10,000 n-gga, way before i had a deal
me and rae bumpin, doing numbers out in hollywood
lost a few bands, but the little n-gga doing good
trap 6 zips last week when i was in the hood
bought back 8 straight drop so it bounce good
remix, had to double back to the black fence
pepper in my pocket just in case i gotta whack sh-t
corn ball clown -ss n-ggas get the stainless
on mamas imma hit where i’m aimin, banging
livewire big body ridin, i’m a big dog
the b-tch ain’t been i tell her get lost, get lost
asap, scratch off fast b-tch i do it movin
if she ain’t choosing then the b-tch loosing

[hook]

- j stalin

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