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点击复制Standing On a Corner - The Game/B.o.B/Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)
Big blunts in the air air
I don't even care care
Spilling ace of spades on my all white airs airs
Stunting in my j's j's
I got every pair they put out since '85
'Cause a n**ga 'bout his gear
Hoes all up in my ear 'cause I'm stylin'
Try to go bottle for bottle with us
Can't do it money we running through us
So competition throw the towel in
We over here
With fireworks up in the air
B**ches with good hair 'cause you know we about to spark
Bobby Ray just walked in Wiz about to park
The party 'bout to start jewelry glowing in the dark
We got all this b**ches wet
Is cally beggins from the arc
And you know your boy is sharp 'cause she in my bed
I tell her take her clothes off and open her legs
And keep them louboutins on when she giving head
'Cause you already know my favorite colour red
I'm getting bread while I'm
Standing on the corner
Washing my low low
I got my dime in the crib I'm in my polo
Soon as your boy hit the streets you know that I'm clean
So fresh and so clean Outcast know what I mean
I throw that Andre 3000 one in the changer
And I don't ride through
The hood with out one in the chamber
You know I used to be broke but
What
And now n**ga I'm getting it
And now n**ga I'm getting it
As I roll up up I sit back and laugh in amazement
As how this all started in the bottom of a basement
Back when I got started n**ga saying your sh*t is basic
Now when you mention me you must say grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate they basically wasted
Call a cab for these n**gas 'cause they ain't gonna make it
Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is
Well he's probably faded probably in a spaceship
Probably outside of his mind 'cause you know he crazy
But I kind of dig his style it's pretty contagious
Man them probably doing him all kind of favors
I mean it's gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well I couldn't tell you what it is
More people tell me that they down
Down low the bigger that I get
But I just keep doing my thang cruise
Control in my own lane
And let these s**kers complain
I'm standing on the corner watching the world go
I got my dime in the crib rolling up that dojo
Soon as your boy hit the stage you know
That they screaming
It's that pandemonium if you know what I mean
I throw that eastside up aompton to decatur
And on the westside I hit the homie aame up
I used to be unknown
But
Ah
Now n**gas is listening now n**gas is listenin'
Big j money talk big joint to spark
These Jordans on my feet that's how big money walk
Shawty give me head like she don't need body parts
Running my city like the King of New York
Poppin' champagne hit him with the cork
Eating so good n**ga need a fork
And I ball hard n**ga need a court
The way little mama give me brain
I swear she must have been a dork
Duhhhhh
You know me I keep one rolled up
Smoking with my b**ch from overseas where my Porsche from
And these hating n**gas get no love
I be rolling w**d getting rich f**king they b**ch
Letting you spend all of your m sending her on trips
I meet her there you know
'Cause you smell the w**d in her hair
You worried 'bout me keeping it player instead you failed
Treated her fair don't need to look she in the air
Standing on the corner talking that sh*t
You ain't really saying nothing just hating on pimpin
Every time I'm in my car I'm smoking that green
Even though this real life it's like a movie scene
I ain't in the club
If I don't blaze up
It don't matter where I go I'm throwing my gang up
Nobody used to know me but
But
Now a n**ga famous now a n**ga famous
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