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The Alchemist - Corner Pocket Lyrics

Corner Pocket Lyrics[Intro]
I was just tryna let niggas know again

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]
What your lil' lemongrass [?] of mine
[?] with the stain [?]
This like the supplement, the creatine, been ordering these hoes around a quarter past [?] ran across the [?], you cleanse it
You dying from suspense, way to turn events
Watch what I spent, your shit just up and went to [?]
About to take it for a walk [?]
[?] politics [?] crib, it's time to order hits, you gotta manage shit
You dishin' out or it can come flying back to you
My dad was off the absolute, we stabbing through the [?] room
I need another wag at you, [?] with a stack or two
Nothing investments couldn't solve, bitch, I am the loot

[Chorus: Quelle Chris, Fly Anakin]
Shouts out to me (Me), shouts out to me (My man)
I call the radio, sеnd my shouts out to me (Call in)
Money on the way, told 'еm count it up for me (Count it up)
Never corner pocket out ya mouth to me
Shouts out to me (Yeah, yeah), crops out to me (My man)
I call the radio, send my shouts out to me (Call in)
Money on the way, told 'em count it up for me (Bitch, count this shit)
Never corner pocket out ya mouth to me

[Verse 2: bbymutha]
Still healing, just got outta labor
By the time I level up, I'm running outta favors
Hoping niggas see me as a sister, not a savior
I don't need your kisses at my feet, I'm too playa
Motherfuck the president, motherfuck the mayor
Mother-never-fucking-with-these-niggas, I'm a hater
Yuh, and I could never see you later
You can't see me now, I kick him out, no ultimatum
Niggas get on my nerves, I don't wanna fuck
Put these [?] in your mouth and suck it like a slut
You think you important, you ain't important enough
I'll ignore you on my worst day, I never gave a fuck
Fuckin' with me on my worst day, I gotta fuck you up, yuh
I can't even drive, it's still a pistol in my trunk
Itty-bitty bitch, big old body, bitch, I'm buck, yuh
Baby, fuck ya mother, wrap it up, don't test your luck, lil' bitch

[Chorus: Quelle Chris, Fly Anakin, bbymutha]
Shouts out to me (Yuh), shouts out to me
I call the radio, send my shouts out to me
Money on the way, told 'em count it up for me
Never corner pocket out ya mouth to me
Shouts out to me (Yeah), crops out to me (My man)
I call the radio, send my shouts out to me (Call in)
Money on the way, told 'em count it up for me (Count it up)
Never corner pocket out ya mouth to me

[Outro: Fly Anakin]
Watch your mouth, nigga