Correction Lyrics Truth Finder by BabyTron

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Rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people we ever greeted
And I'm hoping on?all?the days to?come and days to go
And I'm?hoping on days of loving you so
It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let b*t*h go, n***a
Trauma Tone

I'm with the Sh*ttyBoyz, BabyTron, and StanWill
All it take is for Dee to point a finger to get you killed
Always be the fake n***as tryna claim that they real
And I need a couple commas if I ever sign a deal
You was waiting on a wish, I jumped in a well
Thought he caught a lick and caught a bullet, boy, I wish him well

You are not balling, I deserve an [?]
She thought that I was punching, I was sliding like I'm Gretzky
Jackie Chan Visa work, we don't punch the same
F&N'll knock him off the map like The Hunger Games
Stop spending, start stacking, now I'm living fantastic
Sometimes I thumb through the money thinking 'bout when I ain't have it

All my b*t*hes bad, I don't want her if she average
Think you hard with that strap? Boy, I swear you ain't a savage
Threw twenty-one at him, thinking he was savage
Popped out the cut for a play, pa** me a bandage
I need a bandage, be wrapping the money up
I can help you get the paper like I'm faxing the money
Lobster b***erfly, used to have an empty tummy
Driving wild in the 'Cat, shooting down to Kentucky
Hit TruthFinder for a background check
My profile had a clean slate and high credit, I'm impressed
I'm not a chiropractor but I'm tryna feel her neck
The way I do yo b*t*h, could get arrested for neglect

After the head, I'ma break this b*t*h vertebrae
Saying you gon' slide, n***a, don't you gotta work today?
Twenty pounds of kush, I'ma set him on the earth today
I don't got waffles but I'll like some syrup today

I won't talk to a snake, I ain't Voldemort
If she don't suck d**k, throw that b*t*h towards the door
Ruth Chris? B*t*h, here's a four for four
Punched her so hard she turned around, Foreman George

I ain't throwing hooks, that's what the chorus for
B*t*h asked for a blessing, pointed her towards the Lord
Exotic whip, push to start like Forza 4
Wouldn't put my trust in that b*t*h, she's a w**** for sure
Duct tape, ski mask, you know what I'm finna get into
Since you n***as move in groups of four, you dying with yo crew
Been having dreams of putting bullets in a n***a chest
Hand n***a a [?] on my hood, boy, I feel like [?]

Thirty day grind, don't you ask me about no rest
Why you buy that vest? We ain't aiming at his chest
Right hand to God, seen more paper than a desk
Talking down then we popping up just like a test

Bought a [?] and a blender at the gift shop
Ask me what shape the dog in, I said tip-top
Spent all Visa for a 70K wrist watch
In this bando with this lab, ain't no Hip Hop, n***a

Rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people we ever greeted
And I'm hoping on all the days to come and days to go
And I'm hoping on days of loving you so

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