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teiji mack – the cornerstore lyrics

[intro]
kendrick fall though like “thoop thoop”, we come through like “who you”?

[verse 1]
posted on the block making memories
no sag in my jeans i was a different breed
still am what your favorite rapper not
sometimes i tell the truth, sometimes i tell the plot
young boy fall through, wavy hair with naps
i mean a young boy fall through, eating all your snacks like kraps
i mean, i’m tryna roll the dice and do numbers like cr-ps
say your homebody raps, i bet that n-gga still trash
‘cus even if he signed i can take a line that he probably thought he had hang time
tie it round his neck, yeah thats disrespect
n-gga roll through, keep your hoes in check
schoolboy biggie, roll through with that $aucehouse and that upnext
tryna holler at the chicks that barely know me
stay cheesing, pimp game macaroni
you buy expensive kicks, dumb hoes think you got money
young n-gga why you stuntin’, n-ggas who you fooling
you know you borrowed that for the week on some school sh-t
need to repent for your foolishness in the pool pit
preacher step out, we rob his house
he in a beamer and a bentley, ain’t tryna praise god
his wife look like mariah, she could still get the deezus
always talking smack with them gums, my cousin diesel
never scared to pop off on them drums
and you know i need this, loud pack to my lungs
please excuse religion
tyg wanted out, i bought him back
this for my high school n-ggas that’s been on since day one
and i be making blue magic, him n-ggas be flake caking
fluke n-gga get on through, but leave your woman behind you
-ss thick like a jamaican, and these truths that i’m staging
will leave your 3 faces exposed to greatness

[hook]
this here make a n-gga diss when i ride
turn up, pop this, in your ride
tell me where them girls with them thick ol’ thighs
that can pop it for a n-gga when i kick it for the night
sip champagne, smoke good tree, sip champagne, smoke good tree, sip champagne, sip champagne
(repeat)

[verse 2]
how you feel about…. coming home with a….. jigga for the night
tell your girl to hit the lights, and i know your man won’t talk ‘cus he scared that i might fight
d-ck rider go and hop up off my l!ck
even though i’m living good, got my brothers on the block
and its scary ‘cus they just might never stop
until the sad day that they all go and get popped
remember back when we used to run from the cops
i was probably like 6, but lookout was my job
we dipped like a$ap but we wasn’t no mob
just some inner city kids that couldn’t get out our problems
looking for the ho who might slob on my kn-b
with ratchet tastes and ate corn on the cob
you can blow to this, man i swear on bob
you can blow this face, man i swear on bob
i’m from where n-ggas turn like the season leaves
and they’re hearts be brick, like them winter streets
i’d like to thank moms, we never had to wonder what we might eat
that’s why, when she got locked up, it was so bittersweet
and from that moment i told myself i was gon’ eat, so kick rocks in this mughf-ckah
and watch me pop in this mughf-ckah, oh you droppin tops in this mughf-ckah
tryna be different, you just the same as them other lame game mughf-ckahs
[hook]

[verse 3: mainey]
last night i was too gone
i was too faded
don’t know how i got home
but i made it
and i can’t find my phone
but i feel it vibrating
shots of patron, had me in the zone
had me so wasted, intoxicated
i, show you whats celebrating
they old news, we upgrading
i know they hating, i know they hating
where you so basic, i’m complicated
i’m too turnt at this party, my n-ggas pop no molly’s
do they have my back yeah, probably, cus i got those racks like gotti

- teiji mack lyrics

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