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Down Around the Corner Video (MV)




Performed By: Muze Sikk
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Jonathan Paulson




Muze Sikk - Down Around the Corner Lyrics
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Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Ya
Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Ride wit me
We going to down to downright
Realest place you ever been
Sound about right?
Sounds like money when I spit my style
Wound tight like the kicks on my flippers now
Rickshaw
Going off brah I'm flipping out
Big balls on my crotch
Come and lick the sauce
Sikk rotts on a bitch till he brick his shot
Stiff arm to the lip and he bit the dust
And he nicked the scuff
Tick tock
Better watch ya butt
Big bucks
Come and slip the top
Slop the chops
Slip in a different dross
Eclipse the spot
Scissors how I slit the thoughts
Stints and stunts
Order of the shit that stunk
I stick em up
Lumps of his spit come up
It's tough to flunk
Borderline buster junk
Affix the cluts
And gut a little fish for fun
My my my
What have we here
The best in the biz with a festive ear
A lukewarm chest and breast of fear
For a less than vexed anesthetic jeer
Yo
Steer it to clear
An impressive year
A tunnel vision with bonafide piece of mirror
Raw talent like a MF cheating here
Y'all silent while a MF speaking here
Now I don't think you know what the f*ck is up
Past the sky is a clusterf*ck
Now you need me to adjust the cusp
Trust what's in your gut
Go against corruption
I bust one in her butt come
Undone
Never run from the dumb one
Ey
Someone tell this MF what's umm
What's up with the best umm
Lemme guess umm
I make history every single day
MF talk a lot but they all sound the same
Granted
Aliens have landed
Bang!
I won't give a chance to no rapper again
It's a hoot
It's My nerve umm
Spoon it out the pot then I serve em
School em with no chalk
I observe em
Watch em swerve like they heard what I turned on
Bunch a little turds that a bird drops
Your just a f*cking nerd that I curbstomped
You must have been absurd to assert what
You had reserved in your gourd when you spurts Sputs
So I Told your girl to meet me up at Woodstock
I gave her good cock
Told her look up
Skies falling
Little chickens got the hookup
Stuff a couple rappers in a mf crypt bruh
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Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Ya
Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Down around the
Down
Down around the corner
Ride wit me
We going to down to downright
Realest place you ever been
Sound about right?
Sounds like money when I spit my style
Wound tight like the kicks on my flippers now
Rickshaw
Going off brah I'm flipping out
Big balls on my crotch
Come and lick the sauce
Sikk rotts on a bitch till he brick his shot
Stiff arm to the lip and he bit the dust
And he nicked the scuff
Tick tock
Better watch ya butt
Big bucks
Come and slip the top
Slop the chops
Slip in a different dross
Eclipse the spot
Scissors how I slit the thoughts
Stints and stunts
Order of the shit that stunk
I stick em up
Lumps of his spit come up
It's tough to flunk
Borderline buster junk
Affix the cluts
And gut a little fish for fun
My my my
What have we here
The best in the biz with a festive ear
A lukewarm chest and breast of fear
For a less than vexed anesthetic jeer
Yo
Steer it to clear
An impressive year
A tunnel vision with bonafide piece of mirror
Raw talent like a MF cheating here
Y'all silent while a MF speaking here
Now I don't think you know what the f*ck is up
Past the sky is a clusterf*ck
Now you need me to adjust the cusp
Trust what's in your gut
Go against corruption
I bust one in her butt come
Undone
Never run from the dumb one
Ey
Someone tell this MF what's umm
What's up with the best umm
Lemme guess umm
I make history every single day
MF talk a lot but they all sound the same
Granted
Aliens have landed
Bang!
I won't give a chance to no rapper again
It's a hoot
It's My nerve umm
Spoon it out the pot then I serve em
School em with no chalk
I observe em
Watch em swerve like they heard what I turned on
Bunch a little turds that a bird drops
Your just a f*cking nerd that I curbstomped
You must have been absurd to assert what
You had reserved in your gourd when you spurts Sputs
So I Told your girl to meet me up at Woodstock
I gave her good cock
Told her look up
Skies falling
Little chickens got the hookup
Stuff a couple rappers in a mf crypt bruh
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Writer: Jonathan Paulson
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