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rondonumbanine - corner store lyrics

[intro: bosstop]
numba’ nine roll up, bro!
rondo yelling six hunnid
rip munna, rip l’a!
fto, man
glock boys, you know how we rockin, man!

[hook: rondonumbanine]
coolin’ in o block, smoking loud pack with boss top, and cdai, 22 shots
switching lanes in a foreign car
for the squad, b-tch we go hard, try to try us, you ain’t gon’ make it far!
we gotta’ lot of glocks for the f-cking war
and b-tch we still posted by that corner store

[verse 1: rondonumbanine]
i got this chopper wit’ no kick back
ride on him then i blow his sh-t back
these n-ggas woofing i ain’t with the chit chat
i’m in the foreign riding round with big macs
whatever you n-ggas on, i’m on that
me and cdai coolin’, smoking loud pack
he got that work, run in, i need that!
swirl wrap ’em up for a kidnap
these thots calling, “why they all on me?”
you talking to them, “no, you ain’t not homie!”
i do my work all by my lonely
and i got this fame, now they think i’m phony
i run the game like my name tony
i’m shooting sh-t like my name ginóbili
squad sh-t, b-tch!
and i’m numba’ nine from the six!

[verse 2: boss top]
you got a 30, we got 50’s on that!
rap dissing, you get shot just like kodak
say he leaning but that sh-t he drinking no act
how you getting money, you ain’t playing wit’ no sack?
keep a lama close, them f-cking hammers sit back
hunnid’ in the chopper, split yo’ -ss just like kit kats
turn up sucka i ain’t really with the lip smack
you can front me something, you ain’t gon’ get sh-t back
shooters coming, b-tch, you gon’ need a sh-t bag
feds in my hair like a f-cking du rag
say he caught me lacking, why you boys ain’t do that?
known for shooting first, i seem to never shoot back!
i’m a glock boy, t-roy shoot like novak
call up my lil shorty, leave you -ss with no back
and i’ll trade the world for my brother o back
riding round through chiraq with my glizzy, know that!

- rondonumbanine lyrics

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