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sha hef – korner hot lyrics

[production by hnic]

[hook]
early in the morning, you yawning, i got the corner hot
n-gg-s quick to take, and no i ain’t touring, i got the corner hot
serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, i got the corner hot
we the only n-gg-s that’s eating, i got the corner locked

[verse 1]
still trigger happy, rarest of garments, my hair n-gg- nappy
fiends love me, soon as i re-up, they throw they figures at me
midas touch, b-tch i’m a goon mob, throw your figures at me
i’m just tryna kill every op fronting ‘fore these n-gg-s catch me
i’m just tryna serve every junkie before these n-gg-s sn-tch me
rather shoot myself in the face before a n-gg- slap me
n-gg-s rapping, thinking it’s sweet, until the homies jack ’em
tony montana of rap, you n-gg-s tony braxton
double pump shotty’ll hit ’em and tear his back off
first of the month, i been fiending to get this pack off
five for a show, until then i’ma get the crack off
or in the projects letting [?] off, like a hacksaw
take my hat off to no n-gg-, you not impressing me
all you sneak disses is p-ssy for not addressing me
keys open doors, crime pays, i know the recipe
treat the drug game like mya, it got the best of me
you ain’t even half of a f-ggot, you n-gg-s less to me
don’t care who she is, she look beautiful when she next to me
my n-gg-s don’t play, they gon’ shoot ’em for disrespecting me
no security, just that .40, that’s what’s protecting me
all these pistols come with a beam b-tch, we the glo gang
feds run down on my n-gg-s, we don’t say no names
i don’t wanna smoke with you n-gg-s, i’m smoking propane
all my n-gg-s straight out the mud, we selling cocaine

[verse 2]
drink in, i got drink in, i got drink in
sipped out, i don’t drink beer, what you thinking
no duds, only coloured money that’s the fragrance
plug threw me work, i ran off, shoulda thanked him
hot mess, i’ma hot mess, n-gg-s say i’m [?]
nodding off, popped another perc, now it got me [?]
[?] past, fresh up off his b-tch, still got me work
ain’t cry, was at his funeral, still sipping purp
old heads tryna call the cops, we got the corner hot
they just tryna get it back, no, we got the corner locked
take a pot and turn a smaller rock into a quarter block
baking soda gl-ss jar, mas’ so the water locked
clockwise, whipping clockwise, make sure your order locked
if you do it right enough times you could afford a drop
plug can’t even get the work, and he got the border hot
still posted with my n-gg-s and we got the corner locked

- sha hef lyrics

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