Corner Store Joe Lyrics

I don't fuck with coca, where the sprite at

Got your bitch for the night Ill give her right back

Late night grip waist I know she like that

If the pussy whack, I can't write back

Drop two deuces in my cup Ill be right back

I ain't worried about the bitch you can have that

Pack of backwoods where the light at

Inhale, exhale

Like that

Catch me on the block by the corner store, Fiend

Fiend ask me where to find the hoe, Over there

Told him around the way passed the liquor store

Caught him two blocks while he puffing hydro, Gone

Ran his fucking pockets

Put the beam to his noggin

Now I'm dashing with the profit

Gang stomp he yelling stop it

Ran his fucking pockets

Put the beam to his noggin

Now I'm dashing with the profit

Gang stomp he yelling stop it

And it's just like that

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