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letra de standing on a corner - the game

[game – verse 1]
big blunts in the air, i don’t even care
spilling ace of spades on my all white airs
stuntin in my j’s
i got every pair, they put out since ’85
cus a n–ga bout his gear
hoes all up in my ear, cus i’m stylin’
try to go bottle for bottle with us,
can’t do it, money we runnin through us
so compet-tion throw the towel in
we over here, with fireworks up in the air
b-tches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
bobby ray just walked in, wiz about to park
the party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
we got all the b-tches wet, skylar diggins from the?
and you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
i tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
keep them louboutins on when she giving head
cus you already know my favorite colour red!
i’m gettin bread while i’m

[game chorus]
standing on the corner
watching my logo
i got my dime in the crib, iron in my polo
soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that i’m clean
so fresh and so clean, outcast know what i mean
i throw that andre 3000, one in the changer
and i don’t ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
you know i used to broke but… now n–ga i’m getting it

[b.o.b – verse 2]
as i roll up up, i sit back and laugh in amazement
as how this all started in bottom of a bas-m-nt
back when i got started, n–ga saying “your sh-t is basic”
now when you mention me, you must say grammy nominated
all these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
call a cab for these n–gas, cus they aint gon make it
can somebody please tell me just where bobby ray is
well he’s prolly faded, prolly in a sp-ceship
prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
but i kind of dig his style, it’s pretty contagious
man them… prolly doing him all kind of favors
i mean, it’s gotta be absolutely outrageous
well, i couldn’t tell you what it is
more people tell me that they down, the bigger that i get
but i just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
and let these suckas complain

[b.o.b – chorus 2]
i’m standing on the corner, watching the world go
i got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo
soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
it’s that pandemonium, if you know what i mean
i throw that eastside up, compton to decatur
and on the westside, i hit the homie game up

[wiz khalifa – verse 3]
i used to be letting on, now the n–gas listening
big money talk, big joint to spark
these jordans on my feet, that’s hoe big money walk
shawty give me head, like she don’t need body parts
running my city like the king of new york
poppin’ champagne, hit him with the cork
eating so good, n–ga need a fork
and i ball hard, n–ga need a court
the way lil mama give me brain, i swear she must have been a dork
durrrrrr, you know me i keep one rolled up
smoking with my b-tch from overseas, where my porsche from
and these hating n–gas get no love
i be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they b-tch
letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
i meet her there, you know, ‘cus you smell the weed in her hair
you worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
treated her fair, don’t need to look, she in the air

[wiz – chorus 3]
standing on the corner, talking that sh-t
you ain’t really saying nothing, just hating of him
every time i’m in my car i’m smoking that green
even though this real life, it’s like a movie scene
i ain’t in the club…
it don’t matter where i go, i’m throwing my gang up
n-body used to know me but but
now a n-gga famous, now a n–ga famous

- the game

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