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letra de corner stories - ygtut

[verse 1: tut]
crackhead sitting on the corner, looking like he might be in need
wondering if you could give him a little bit of cheese
for another crack rock and a little mcdee’s
oh, he gon’ get it
remember sitting in my uncle kitchen, i was 8 though
whippin up a lil something for the pesos
i was making pyramids out of legos
he was making sure his daughter ‘n’ them was straight though
screaming mother f-ck a cop, carl winslow
louie colors with the motherf-ckin tint, ho
ran the trap like a gahd-mn drive-thru
slanging crack out the motherf-ckin window
and a drive through, n-gga gotta get bread
by any means my n-gga
motherf-ck feds, let’s get this cheese my n-gga
until we all fed, he started out with 9 n-ggas now they all dead
and the choir sings

[hook]
da da da daaaaa daaaaaa da
da da da daaaaa

[verse 2: tut]
young n-gga posted on the corner
posted with a pocket full of trees
see this sh-t cost a dub it ain’t got no sticks or seeds
and i can’t f-ck with you if you ain’t got the fees
sh-t i’ma get it
n-gga lets get lifted
we can get high tonight
and we gone jack that n-gga that was flossin’ right?
didn’t have no gun it was hard that night
tried to jack a motherf-cker with a army knife
i gotta lay low
made a trip up to the borough cause the ends low
i’m on the interstate with 10.5
d-mn (whoop whoop)
there go carl winslow
n-ggas ask me how i’m doing
sh-t i’m f-cked up
but i still found a way to get the bucks up
me and rob in the place with our cups up
i’m in ya girlfriend still tryna get a nut up
sheesh

[hook]
da da da daaaaa daaaaaa da
da da da daaaaa

[verse 3: michael da vinci]
crackhead standing on the corner
night time staring at the trees
feigning for a rock, she was over 6’3
sharing dirty needles, arm looks so diseased
lil kids run to the house in the driveway
tarnished last game of hide and seek
1-2-3 smell the fumes from the weed
that the old heads lit down the street, got a nose for the seeds
high so good swear it’s all that she need
should’ve past a week ago – shareek sheesh
can i get a dolla’ from a fiend
up and down the street
walking looking at the heaps of the smoke from the porch
look s-xy to its schmit
tryna reach the pyramid, slave for the queen
n-ggas life of queens playing pr-cks in corvettes
fast lining, purple raining hoes make them wreck

[hook]
da da da daaaaa daaaaaa da
da da da daaaaa

[outro]
and this is to a new life
that sh-t ain’t even worth it my n-gga
these f-ckin’ rappers got y’all sent the f-ck out
yo
and before i begin
it’s the mu’f-ckin’ house my n-gga

- ygtut

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