Correction Lyrics Rick & Morty by AM

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Stepped out on wild adventures
Me and my young boy Rick and Morty
On the M-way, [?] a 40
Got the Dodge Excise movin' naughty
Tripped up, got birded
Read my rights and the time I'm servin'
In jail, [?] insurgents
Suttin' on gov boy, I ain't no servant

Look, they ask why I dance like this
Cah, I was in jail with the mandem
Broom in my hand tryna vibe and twist
And, I was out sweepin' landings
Creepin' in, I got a minimum gang ting
And I don't care if my man's sleepin'
Put him on the seat and the mandem bankin'
Look, barricaded in my cell, cah PST givin' me hell
Huh, gotta use shelves and bunk beds
Library books and the crease as well
In jail, that's hell
Know I had mine on mе and I kept them twinnin' like siamеse
Got spun, got IIPs
Say they bang man's mash, didn't find my weed
Invasions like UFOs, if it's in my sight then it's gotta go
No we ain't comin' in peace, no comin' in peace tryna link like aliens
Don't know why that block vacant
Someone tell me 'cause I need to know
Are they at home doin' bait and Netflix?
I don't see them when I'm doin' road
Like huh, tell me why they move like that
Like Superman, it's all mad 'till we move on man
Feds see us and they put their mask on
Tryna play hero cah that dude's khalas
Callie, callie, I love my chargies
Woody or anti, I'm runnin' through charged up
Wallahi, we don't score like car keys
Bring out the stick and twist to stutter
Got buttons and them man runnin'
This carbine like kryptonite
From a young age my bro's been sinnin'
We stepped out twinnin' with kitchen knives
These opps like dads, OK they strapped up
But they ain't usin' their things properly
Confident, I'm full of myself
When I was in OT, they called me Bobby

Look, they ask why I dance like this
Cah, I was in jail with the mandem
Broom in my hand tryna vibe and twist
And, I was out sweepin' landings
Creepin' in, I got a minimum gang ting
And I don't care if my man's sleepin'
Put him on the seat and the mandem bankin'
Look, barricaded in my cell, cah PST givin' me hell
Huh, gotta use shelves and bunk beds
Library books and the crease as well
In jail, that's hell
Know I had mine on me and I kept them twinnin' like siamese
Got spun, got IIPs
Say they bang man's mash, didn't find my weed
(Vibe, vibe) Vibe and twist, yeah, that be the mandem
Opp boy puttin' on me, [?] sock, ain't get to the crashin'
Life is f**ked but I can't get rubbed, the jakes nick me for a mad ting
Free all the Gs locked up in the slammer, all of them doors keep bangin'
Let me show you how quick I switch
Put your hands on bro and I'm f**kin' spazzin'
Guys tellin' me that I'm stubborn
Don't ask why I dance like that
Got a ting on my hip and it's known for cuttin'
Man don't ask where you know me from
'Cause you know who I am and you ain't on nuttin'
Should've seen how quick I flew out the whip and dashed and I still got bagged
Now it's lookin' like Induction Wing
Police station and the Serco van
JaySlapIt asked if he's an opp man
Gave him the green and he got banged
The eastside Gs phone one of the members
Gave him the green and the boy got stabbed
And I heard it was mad

Dunno why they wanna see me on landings
Cases pending, free all the mandem
Bruck that, back that, put it in action
Whip, whip that, give me a fraction
And they had me in the cell not batteries
Back that heater, burn like calories
Ting might cough, ain't got no allergies
Run up, bow, take man's salary
Man don't respect chat, man respect heart, money and waps
Why you think I step with suttin' that bangs?
It's nuttin' like you, it's suttin' like man
Get 'round there and they ain't like that
Cah they back their phones and they move like fans
Jump out cars, see DD what? DD who? DD bangs
Hand the phone to bro and you know how that goes
Could've been Marty, could've been Zanco
And he made more Ps in jail than when he was OT chillin' in bandos
And I heard that the boy there free
So I'm out tryna split man's mango
And the food's on special delivery
That's right, she ain't gettin' in Nandos
Look, they ask why I dance like this
Cah, I was in jail with the mandem
Broom in my hand tryna vibe and twist
And, I was out sweepin' landings
Creepin' in, I got a minimum gang ting
And I don't care if my man's sleepin'
Put him on the seat and the mandem bankin'
Look, barricaded in my cell, cah PST givin' me hell
Huh, gotta use shelves and bunk beds
Library books and the crease as well
In jail, that's hell
Know I had mine on me and I kept them twinnin' like siamese
Got spun, got IIPs
Say they bang man's mash, didn't find my weed

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