Coming Around the Corner Lyrics
| Song | Coming Around the Corner |
| Artist | Trae Tha Truth |
| Album | Restless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, Thompson, Whetstone | |
| [Hook:] When | |
| I'm coming, round that corner | |
| All you haters, better get up out of my range | |
| Run up on me, if you wanna | |
| I ain't gon play no games, at all when | |
| I'm taking my aim | |
| Cause you gonna be, a goner | |
| You thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84's swang | |
| I know you niggz in the game, gotta feel the same | |
| Make 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 clean | |
| I'm trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thing | |
| But fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck all means | |
| I'm on my shit, get a whiff of | |
| New York scene | |
| If I meet the right mexican, get it for fourteen | |
| And he got them bricks, | |
| I could get it across clean | |
| And for the city, and fix 'em like morphine | |
| Cop 'em when we rock the dice, and we get it like broad steam | |
| They know, | |
| I'm willing to risk it | |
| On trial for possessions, still concealing the biscuit | |
| Shouts to | |
| Trae, and my | |
| Dub's Southwest | |
| And my far | |
| Eastside, and all my | |
| Blood's out | |
| West But my shorties down | |
| South, ain't got forty for a house | |
| But they ride old schools, and put forty in they mouth | |
| Mix Sprite with a deuce, sip the all from the cup | |
| All night we gon cruise, with big toys in the trucks | |
| And we got our music | |
| Screwed, like we crawling in a truck | |
| Strip clubs make it rain, thunderstorm over bucks [talking:] | |
| You know, it's your boy | |
| Jones For my nigga | |
| Trae, (Capo) [Hook] [Trae:] | |
| I stay strapped with the automatic, living the best of my situation | |
| I come around the corner busting, and empty the clip with no hesitation | |
| The shit that | |
| I be on, is what us niggaz be living | |
| Ain't nobody finna take up off mine, | |
| I give a fuck what these haters feeling | |
| Out the Southwest, my reputation known to exceed itself | |
| And 84's commits to turn, amongst the blocks that | |
| I bleed to death | |
| They watching me, but my nature gotta be taking it's time | |
| Cause I got a set of hands, similar to | |
| Roy Jones in his prime | |
| And if needed, | |
| I got the | |
| Crips and | |
| Bloods and | |
| BD's That'll click on pussy niggaz, like | |
| I'm forced to click on c.d.'s | |
| Don't think if it's a problem, bitch ass nigga you can see these | |
| It's A.B.N., and if | |
| I rush the game it's gon be | |
| TD's So be easy homie, | |
| I don't think you really wanna see me call that play out | |
| Cause if I do, somebody ass get layed out | |
| And either way | |
| I'ma ride for mine and lie for mine, fuck it | |
| I'll die for mine | |
| I keep it gangsta to the end, it ain't getting by with mine [Hook] [talking:] | |
| Shouts to the | |
| Dub-Southwest, ha | |
| Shouts to the bloody 5th, | |
| R.I.P. my nigga | |
| D-Ray E.T. | |
| I see you mo'fucker, ha-ha | |
| You know, this some straight | |
| G'd up shit nigga | |
| I'm in my second home, | |
| Houston nigga | |
| It's hot here and we don't play fair, you know the rule | |
| Come in peace or leave in pieces, fall back or fall back | |
| We about that nigga, | |
| New York's rider man | |
| One Eye Willie, | |
| Capo Status, | |
| Goonies All over the world nigga, fifty state rebel | |
| Ride with me and die with me, ghetto stand up | |
| Rap version | |
| Shake and | |
| Verel, but | |
| I'm realer than that | |
| Get your ass capped, peeled back |
| zuo qu : Jones, Thompson, Whetstone | |
| Hook: When | |
| I' m coming, round that corner | |
| All you haters, better get up out of my range | |
| Run up on me, if you wanna | |
| I ain' t gon play no games, at all when | |
| I' m taking my aim | |
| Cause you gonna be, a goner | |
| You thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84' s swang | |
| I know you niggz in the game, gotta feel the same | |
| Make 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 clean | |
| I' m trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thing | |
| But fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck all means | |
| I' m on my shit, get a whiff of | |
| New York scene | |
| If I meet the right mexican, get it for fourteen | |
| And he got them bricks, | |
| I could get it across clean | |
| And for the city, and fix ' em like morphine | |
| Cop ' em when we rock the dice, and we get it like broad steam | |
| They know, | |
| I' m willing to risk it | |
| On trial for possessions, still concealing the biscuit | |
| Shouts to | |
| Trae, and my | |
| Dub' s Southwest | |
| And my far | |
| Eastside, and all my | |
| Blood' s out | |
| West But my shorties down | |
| South, ain' t got forty for a house | |
| But they ride old schools, and put forty in they mouth | |
| Mix Sprite with a deuce, sip the all from the cup | |
| All night we gon cruise, with big toys in the trucks | |
| And we got our music | |
| Screwed, like we crawling in a truck | |
| Strip clubs make it rain, thunderstorm over bucks talking: | |
| You know, it' s your boy | |
| Jones For my nigga | |
| Trae, Capo Hook Trae: | |
| I stay strapped with the automatic, living the best of my situation | |
| I come around the corner busting, and empty the clip with no hesitation | |
| The shit that | |
| I be on, is what us niggaz be living | |
| Ain' t nobody finna take up off mine, | |
| I give a fuck what these haters feeling | |
| Out the Southwest, my reputation known to exceed itself | |
| And 84' s commits to turn, amongst the blocks that | |
| I bleed to death | |
| They watching me, but my nature gotta be taking it' s time | |
| Cause I got a set of hands, similar to | |
| Roy Jones in his prime | |
| And if needed, | |
| I got the | |
| Crips and | |
| Bloods and | |
| BD' s That' ll click on pussy niggaz, like | |
| I' m forced to click on c. d.' s | |
| Don' t think if it' s a problem, bitch ass nigga you can see these | |
| It' s A. B. N., and if | |
| I rush the game it' s gon be | |
| TD' s So be easy homie, | |
| I don' t think you really wanna see me call that play out | |
| Cause if I do, somebody ass get layed out | |
| And either way | |
| I' ma ride for mine and lie for mine, fuck it | |
| I' ll die for mine | |
| I keep it gangsta to the end, it ain' t getting by with mine Hook talking: | |
| Shouts to the | |
| DubSouthwest, ha | |
| Shouts to the bloody 5th, | |
| R. I. P. my nigga | |
| DRay E. T. | |
| I see you mo' fucker, haha | |
| You know, this some straight | |
| G' d up shit nigga | |
| I' m in my second home, | |
| Houston nigga | |
| It' s hot here and we don' t play fair, you know the rule | |
| Come in peace or leave in pieces, fall back or fall back | |
| We about that nigga, | |
| New York' s rider man | |
| One Eye Willie, | |
| Capo Status, | |
| Goonies All over the world nigga, fifty state rebel | |
| Ride with me and die with me, ghetto stand up | |
| Rap version | |
| Shake and | |
| Verel, but | |
| I' m realer than that | |
| Get your ass capped, peeled back |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Thompson, Whetstone | |
| Hook: When | |
| I' m coming, round that corner | |
| All you haters, better get up out of my range | |
| Run up on me, if you wanna | |
| I ain' t gon play no games, at all when | |
| I' m taking my aim | |
| Cause you gonna be, a goner | |
| You thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84' s swang | |
| I know you niggz in the game, gotta feel the same | |
| Make 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 clean | |
| I' m trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thing | |
| But fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck all means | |
| I' m on my shit, get a whiff of | |
| New York scene | |
| If I meet the right mexican, get it for fourteen | |
| And he got them bricks, | |
| I could get it across clean | |
| And for the city, and fix ' em like morphine | |
| Cop ' em when we rock the dice, and we get it like broad steam | |
| They know, | |
| I' m willing to risk it | |
| On trial for possessions, still concealing the biscuit | |
| Shouts to | |
| Trae, and my | |
| Dub' s Southwest | |
| And my far | |
| Eastside, and all my | |
| Blood' s out | |
| West But my shorties down | |
| South, ain' t got forty for a house | |
| But they ride old schools, and put forty in they mouth | |
| Mix Sprite with a deuce, sip the all from the cup | |
| All night we gon cruise, with big toys in the trucks | |
| And we got our music | |
| Screwed, like we crawling in a truck | |
| Strip clubs make it rain, thunderstorm over bucks talking: | |
| You know, it' s your boy | |
| Jones For my nigga | |
| Trae, Capo Hook Trae: | |
| I stay strapped with the automatic, living the best of my situation | |
| I come around the corner busting, and empty the clip with no hesitation | |
| The shit that | |
| I be on, is what us niggaz be living | |
| Ain' t nobody finna take up off mine, | |
| I give a fuck what these haters feeling | |
| Out the Southwest, my reputation known to exceed itself | |
| And 84' s commits to turn, amongst the blocks that | |
| I bleed to death | |
| They watching me, but my nature gotta be taking it' s time | |
| Cause I got a set of hands, similar to | |
| Roy Jones in his prime | |
| And if needed, | |
| I got the | |
| Crips and | |
| Bloods and | |
| BD' s That' ll click on pussy niggaz, like | |
| I' m forced to click on c. d.' s | |
| Don' t think if it' s a problem, bitch ass nigga you can see these | |
| It' s A. B. N., and if | |
| I rush the game it' s gon be | |
| TD' s So be easy homie, | |
| I don' t think you really wanna see me call that play out | |
| Cause if I do, somebody ass get layed out | |
| And either way | |
| I' ma ride for mine and lie for mine, fuck it | |
| I' ll die for mine | |
| I keep it gangsta to the end, it ain' t getting by with mine Hook talking: | |
| Shouts to the | |
| DubSouthwest, ha | |
| Shouts to the bloody 5th, | |
| R. I. P. my nigga | |
| DRay E. T. | |
| I see you mo' fucker, haha | |
| You know, this some straight | |
| G' d up shit nigga | |
| I' m in my second home, | |
| Houston nigga | |
| It' s hot here and we don' t play fair, you know the rule | |
| Come in peace or leave in pieces, fall back or fall back | |
| We about that nigga, | |
| New York' s rider man | |
| One Eye Willie, | |
| Capo Status, | |
| Goonies All over the world nigga, fifty state rebel | |
| Ride with me and die with me, ghetto stand up | |
| Rap version | |
| Shake and | |
| Verel, but | |
| I' m realer than that | |
| Get your ass capped, peeled back |
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