Boss Top - Corner Store lyrics

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Boss Top - 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**h we go hard, try to try us, you ain't gon' make it far! We gotta' lot of Glocks for the f**ing war And b**h 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** back These n***as woofing I ain't with the chit chat I'm in the foreign riding round with big Macs Whatever you n***as 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** like my name Ginóbili Squad sh**, b**h! And I'm Numba' Nine from the six! [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**h we go hard, try to try us, you ain't gon' make it far! We gotta' lot of Glocks for the f**ing war And b**h we still posted by that corner store [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** he drinking no Act How you getting money, you ain't playing wit' no sack? Keep a lama close, them f**ing hammers sit back Hunnid' in the chopper, split yo' a** just like Kit Kats Turn up s**a I ain't really with the lip smack You can front me something, you ain't gon' get sh** back Shooters coming, b**h, you gon' need a sh** bag Feds in my hair like a f**ing 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 a** with no back And I'll trade the world for my brother O back Riding round through Chiraq with my glizzy, know that!

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