Lirik Lagu Coming Around that Corner - Trae
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(feat. Jim Jones)
[Hook:]When I'm coming, round that cornerAll you haters, better get up out of my rangeRun up on me, if you wannaI ain't gon play no games, at all when I'm taking my aimCause you gonna be, a gonerYou thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84's swangI know you niggz in the game, gotta feel the sameMake a jacker feel the pain, and he can charge it to the game
[Jim Jones:]I'm doing a buck on the loop, in the Porsche cleanI'm trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thingBut fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck all meansI'm on my shit, get a whiff of New York sceneIf I meet the right mexican, get it for fourteenAnd he got them bricks, I could get it across cleanAnd for the city, and fix 'em like morphineCop 'em when we rock the dice, and we get it like broad steamThey know, I'm willing to risk itOn trial for possessions, still concealing the biscuitShouts to Trae, and my Dub's SouthwestAnd my far Eastside, and all my Blood's out WestBut my shorties down South, ain't got forty for a houseBut they ride old schools, and put forty in they mouthMix Sprite with a deuce, sip the all from the cupAll night we gon cruise, with big toys in the trucksAnd we got our music Screwed, like we crawling in a truckStrip clubs make it rain, thunderstorm over bucks
[talking:]You know, it's your boy JonesFor my nigga Trae, (Capo)
[Hook]
[Trae:]I stay strapped with the automatic, living the best of my situationI come around the corner busting, and empty the clip with no hesitationThe shit that I be on, is what us niggaz be livingAin't nobody finna take up off mine, I give a fuck what these haters feelingOut the Southwest, my reputation known to exceed itselfAnd 84's commits to turn, amongst the blocks that I bleed to deathThey watching me, but my nature gotta be taking it's timeCause I got a set of hands, similar to Roy Jones in his primeAnd if needed, I got the Crips and Bloods and BD'sThat'll click on pussy niggaz, like I'm forced to click on c.d.'sDon't think if it's a problem, bitch ass nigga you can see theseIt's A.B.N., and if I rush the game it's gon be TD'sSo be easy homie, I don't think you really wanna see me call that play outCause if I do, somebody ass get layed outAnd either way I'ma ride for mine and lie for mine, fuck it I'll die for mineI keep it gangsta to the end, it ain't getting by with mine
[Hook]
[talking:]Shouts to the Dub-Southwest, haShouts to the bloody 5th, R.I.P. my nigga D-RayE.T. I see you mo'fucker, ha-haYou know, this some straight G'd up shit niggaI'm in my second home, Houston niggaIt's hot here and we don't play fair, you know the ruleCome in peace or leave in pieces, fall back or fall backWe about that nigga, New York's rider manOne Eye Willie, Capo Status, GooniesAll over the world nigga, fifty state rebelRide with me and die with me, ghetto stand upRap version Shake and Verel, but I'm realer than thatGet your ass capped, peeled back
[Hook:]When I'm coming, round that cornerAll you haters, better get up out of my rangeRun up on me, if you wannaI ain't gon play no games, at all when I'm taking my aimCause you gonna be, a gonerYou thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84's swangI know you niggz in the game, gotta feel the sameMake a jacker feel the pain, and he can charge it to the game
[Jim Jones:]I'm doing a buck on the loop, in the Porsche cleanI'm trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thingBut fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck all meansI'm on my shit, get a whiff of New York sceneIf I meet the right mexican, get it for fourteenAnd he got them bricks, I could get it across cleanAnd for the city, and fix 'em like morphineCop 'em when we rock the dice, and we get it like broad steamThey know, I'm willing to risk itOn trial for possessions, still concealing the biscuitShouts to Trae, and my Dub's SouthwestAnd my far Eastside, and all my Blood's out WestBut my shorties down South, ain't got forty for a houseBut they ride old schools, and put forty in they mouthMix Sprite with a deuce, sip the all from the cupAll night we gon cruise, with big toys in the trucksAnd we got our music Screwed, like we crawling in a truckStrip clubs make it rain, thunderstorm over bucks
[talking:]You know, it's your boy JonesFor my nigga Trae, (Capo)
[Hook]
[Trae:]I stay strapped with the automatic, living the best of my situationI come around the corner busting, and empty the clip with no hesitationThe shit that I be on, is what us niggaz be livingAin't nobody finna take up off mine, I give a fuck what these haters feelingOut the Southwest, my reputation known to exceed itselfAnd 84's commits to turn, amongst the blocks that I bleed to deathThey watching me, but my nature gotta be taking it's timeCause I got a set of hands, similar to Roy Jones in his primeAnd if needed, I got the Crips and Bloods and BD'sThat'll click on pussy niggaz, like I'm forced to click on c.d.'sDon't think if it's a problem, bitch ass nigga you can see theseIt's A.B.N., and if I rush the game it's gon be TD'sSo be easy homie, I don't think you really wanna see me call that play outCause if I do, somebody ass get layed outAnd either way I'ma ride for mine and lie for mine, fuck it I'll die for mineI keep it gangsta to the end, it ain't getting by with mine
[Hook]
[talking:]Shouts to the Dub-Southwest, haShouts to the bloody 5th, R.I.P. my nigga D-RayE.T. I see you mo'fucker, ha-haYou know, this some straight G'd up shit niggaI'm in my second home, Houston niggaIt's hot here and we don't play fair, you know the ruleCome in peace or leave in pieces, fall back or fall backWe about that nigga, New York's rider manOne Eye Willie, Capo Status, GooniesAll over the world nigga, fifty state rebelRide with me and die with me, ghetto stand upRap version Shake and Verel, but I'm realer than thatGet your ass capped, peeled back
