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bus stop story - cornflex lyrics

[verse 1: cornflex]
hold up, b*tch, my sh*t don’t stop, no
swolled up, fist you so hard, dat eye does pop though
might be under some influence like pikachu
this beat, my lady, yeaeaeah, made my flow go
oh, huh, follow me, crime story
everybody, hoes and gs, time for street
sh*t! white man around forty on zob, trying to be lowkey
hoodie on, hair long, godd*mn no deodorant, just wanna find me
he thinks i got dat dope, but i don’t have no mo
that cokahead, gets angry and grabs his plastic gun to show
me, everybody around me, looking awkwardly, whats up with these –
dudes? i act like i don’t give a sh*t and didn’t see

[chorus: cornflex]
hey b*tch, don’t act up in front of police
whats up with thеse? sh*t is plastic and doesn’t blast free
panicing me? stabbing in deep?
taking things daily, sheesh
hеy b*tch, don’t act up in front of police
whats up with these? sh*t is plastic and doesn’t blast free
panicing me? stabbing in deep?
taking things daily, sheesh

[verse 2: cornflex]
drug addict, f*ck a d*ck
touch me one time, you will get a second chance
do it again, see what happens
i slap the b*tch out of you with one hand
he is just a nasty old man
farts all day, just to mark his own land
the gutter, motherf*ckers
no properties, just a handful collected rubbers
just in case, he can touch a
dead body, or whatever, type of
dude that might really f*ck his own mother
non*stop and so f*cked up
but what happens next is crazy
like i told ya’ll before, i don’t have and
i don’t do sh*t, and he got no sh*t to pay me
so, uhm, dat dude getting angry
lifts his dirty hoodie, godd*mn that smell, b*tch
walking like a monkey, directly towards me
his facial expression, arranged so strangely
but the motherf*cker so f*cked up
took a small step back, his wasted ass
slipped and fell, over a nearby gullideckel
dem hips geprellt, another tooth zersch*llt
don’t really know what to do, but i can
say, he about to take a trip through h*ll
cops around the corner
„hold up, i am for f*ck sake
not involved, ya’ll
can see that dude down there
that moves like a snake, yeah
he really needs some help, uh
aaaaaah, hahahaha“
shouldn’t have laughed
shouldn’t have talked
they turn my head against the wall
handcuffs on, and pushed me towards their car
da junkie on the ground, can’t get up
and starts to cry, oh boy why?
die bullen stellen ihm fragen
but he doesn’t answer
„was ist geschehen? können sie es mir sagen?“
leaned on, can’t find a spot that is clean, none
gets pushed right next to me, car in
doors locked, he passed out
i try to think, for a solution
no stops, til they pull me out
let me go, i ain’t got sh*t to do with, they refusing
guess who’s in, in imprisonment
on remand, next to drug dealers, cold k!llers
and bad smelling b*tches, sh*tting and puking
who wins? n0body motherf*ckers
never leaving my house again
[chorus: cornflex]
hey b*tch, don’t act up in front of police
whats up with these? sh*t is plastic and doesn’t blast free
panicing me? stabbing in deep?
taking things daily, sheesh
hey b*tch, don’t act up in front of police
whats up with these? sh*t is plastic and doesn’t blast free
panicing me? stabbing in deep?
taking things daily, sheesh
hey b*tch, don’t act up in front of police
whats up with these? sh*t is plastic and doesn’t blast free
panicing me? stabbing in deep?
taking things daily, sheesh
hey b*tch, don’t act up in front of police
whats up with these? sh*t is plastic and doesn’t blast free
panicing me? stabbing in deep?
taking things daily, sheesh

- cornflex lyrics

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