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Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide) Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
The hood lane kinda naked, so I'ma take it
Been here before. my rhymin' ancient, and I'm endangered
When everything awkward, I gotta change it
Bringin' a swag, whip game like a dominatrix
Hot headed with no kinda patience
While I recline they tastin'
More than half of my life vagina chasin'
I dream of purple by the dump truck
I'm poppin' all across the boards, surf's up
Label black and purped up
Hustle like a traffic bum, the golden voice rapper, son
Louis to the shoe, we bling Dapper Dan for half of 'em
I'm double action averagin', fuck love and marriage
I'm happy!, rollin' stones, spittin' image of pappy
Get at me, spar with a G, 10 in my khaki
Chroic cheese chaser, troupies tryna trap me!
Rewards'll snatch me, no love for the law, my lawyer back me
Money's the root of evil and my root exactly, tax me

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner (crooked cold corner)
Protection's gettin' stronger
Walk around with your head in the ground, you'll be a goner (be a goner)
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner

Ugh, I'm sharper than the wood on a splinter, sit back and let the king record
You know me, I OD, Shinobi when I swing my sword
Minds think by the grip, my way outta the whip
Been chasin' Fetti all week, Sundays I pop my shit!
Born a boy, world in my palm, Stockton grip!
Stumble cross the outfit, I'ma kill my "Beef

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