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corner street - bradley lyrics

{hook: bradley}
twistin’ cigarillos, gotta smoke one out the window
i might lean a bit, when i turn the whip
and then throw the wheel, with no signal
b-b-boss it up, when you speakin’ up
and i’ll let you blow off that endo
see i’m ridin’ round, on that corner street
got me noddin’ off from those benzos, ugh

{verse 1: bradley}
get smoked out in my elevator
i’m b-kell, i get h-lla paper
phone blowin’ up, from these stupid hoes
and i told you once, that i’d smell ya later
my profit margin, my calculator
i’m gettin’ cake with no navigator
get smoked out, in my swedish b-tch
i got purple trees in my rolling papers
say best believe that i’m 10 toes in it
route to rappin’, you know im with it
i cop an ounce from that dreidleboy
within the hour, you know i flip it
oh this ya ho, and you want this back?
she suckin’ d, but that -ss too fat
took 30 tweets, and more twitter tags
just for me, to finally hit the dumb b-tch back
now godd-mn it’s yo pusha man
shout chance the man, in chicago land
that a$ap and his spitta clan
he done turned the harlem, to flacko land
don’t worry now, cause i save that money
chano taught me ’bout codeine honey
i lean the square, for my f-ckin’ rhombus
i light her up, and that’s way too yummy
that rumble tumble all in my tummy
smoke some tree, and i won’t feel crummy
this kids a b-tch, he just puked a bit
if you wanna whine, then go cry to ya mummy, agh!

{hook x2}

{verse 2: bradley}

i’m flippin’ deals, and this sh-t for real
i got kiddies fiending, my purple k!ll
i keep a hand and 2 fingers, up on the wheel
gotta pack in the back, and frank on the bill
that’s why i’m sippin up the liquor and i kinda feel
everybody’s in a deep sleep, and i been on the come up
ya sleepin’ in the sheets, and i’m keepin it a hunna
see i be takin’ first place, and you be takin’ run up
got dusty little pockets while i’m stackin’ up the money
i said that sh-t too funny
you booting; out the window with the weakest little tummy
and a dirty little shirt that got you lookin’ kinda sc-mmy, ha!
yeah, i said i’m so d-mn high
i always chuck the deuce up, when i cruise by
goin’ southbound, takin’ control of 95
swervin’ in and out of lanes, as i’m wavin’, bye bye
on a tight sched, don’t you be wastin’ my time
gotta crazy -ss flow, spitta straight from sci-fi
do you hear this sh-t? do you hear this new guy?
and i’m finna bounce out, got you thinkin’, my my, ha

{hook x2}

- bradley lyrics

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