Correction Lyrics Saints Row by 2KBABY

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(Uh, ah-ah)
Uh, ah-ah, ah (Ah)
(Yeah, there go Kylan)
There go Kylan
(Ayy, ayy, and he wildin')
(Ah, ah, uh, uh)
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah

This a gold Drac', shells hit the ground, got plenty rounds, we leave a closed case (Grrah)
Bullets out the pound, we swerve around, they coming yo' way (Yeah)
I wasn't even full, they steady eating off my whole plate (Ha)
Opp b*t*h said she through, but I nutted on her whole face (Calvary Kylan)
They ask me is I'm thuggin', I said, "F**k it (Brrt), b*t*h, it's no way"
Thirty Eight kinda rusty, still gonna bust and leave no trace (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, hе kinda ugly with long dreads, b*t*h, that's 4Way (Oh)
And b*t*h I signed a deal, but still gonna gеt it up in more ways

Turn me up a notch, keep my Glock, them bullets hot (They hot)
We gonna swerve and hit the block, bro hit the corner, he get popped
I ain't trippin' 'bout no thot, play with respect, you gotta die
And plus I know these n***as slime, I see it out my fourth eye (Gang)
B*t*h, I'm turnt up to the max, my other GAT tucked in the back
Always ducking her in public 'cause she don't know how to act (Act)
With that gang floating in the 'Raq, catch that b*t*h, he in the past
Stay on my pivot, never lack, b*t*h, if you lack, that's on your back (Grrt, that's on your back)
Back then use to hit them folks (Back then use to hit them folks)
Bet you play, I bet I hit at throats (Bet you play, I bet I hit at throats)
I made fifteen racks selling clothes (I made fifteen racks selling clothes)
Load up the trenches, I already hit all those
Now I put switch on every pole
I ain't trippin' 'bout no b*t*h, I told my brother, "Watch them grimy hoes"
And b*t*h, I'm bangin' black, beam paper just like Saints Row
And all these n***as on my d**k because they ain't want see my blow
And you know that I love my b*t*h, but if she play, I let her go
This a gold Drac', shells hit the ground, got plenty rounds, we leave a closed case (Grrah)
Bullets out the pound, we swerve around, they coming yo' way (Yeah)
I wasn't even full, they steady eating off my whole plate (Ha)
Opp b*t*h said she through, but I nutted on her whole face (Calvary Kylan)
They ask me is I'm thuggin', I said, "F**k it (Brrt), b*t*h, it's no way"
Thirty Eight kinda rusty, still gonna bust and leave no trace (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, he kinda ugly with long dreads, b*t*h, that's 4Way (Oh)
And b*t*h I signed a deal (Ooh, woah), but still gonna get it up in more ways

B*t*h, we live like Saints Row, this sh*t ain't no game though (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Pu**y boy wan' play 'round with the gang, we bust his brain, ho (Ooh)
Crazy with this money (Ooh, ooh), b*t*h, I'm young, rich, and insane, ho (Yeah)
Bro nem caught a body (Ooh, ooh), he still riding 'round with that same pole
Rolling up dead bodies (No, no), you ain't smoking the same strain though (No)
I get out my body (Oh, oh) but won't switch up on the gang though (Oh)
Ayy, yeah, drop a opp with this Draco (Mm)
Ayy, yeah, n***as not really in the streets, these-

This a gold Drac', shells hit the ground, got plenty rounds, we leave a closed case (Closed case)
Bullets out the pound, we swerve around, they coming yo' way (Yo' way)
I wasn't even full, they steady eating off my whole plate (Whole plate, ooh)
Opp b*t*h said she through, but I nutted on her whole face (Face)
They ask me is I'm thuggin', I said, "F**k it, b*t*h, it's no way" (No way)
Thirty Eight kinda rusty, still gonna bust and leave no trace (No trace)
Oh, yeah, he kinda ugly with long dreads, b*t*h, that's 4Way (4Way)
And b*t*h I signed a deal (Woah, woah), but still gonna get it up in more ways
I been smokin' 'round, tryna up it on a opp
I just bought me a new Glock with a beam
Uh, my n***as got bodies, that's on bodies, dumping bodies when we come
So you know we the sickest on the team
Uh, save no body, spare no body, mm
Save no body, spare no body, ooh
Ooh, yeah, save no body, spare no body, mm
Save no body, spare no body, ooh, yeah

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