Correction Lyrics V8's & V12's by BabyTron

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Lyrics

(MIA JAY C)
(I hear you, JAY C)

Think I need to go and see a reverend, I been fighting demons
Paranoid self-scanning, I got used to swiping pieces
Living in the blender finished, she gon' live her life defeated
Wax pen, dirty pop, I'm just shopping high in Neiman's
V8s and V10s, you can catch me flying speeding
I can't switch teams, you would probably go and sign a season (Pow-pow-pow)
Pop out with ARP and send him right to Jesus
I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving till that bag come (Phew)
Stop flashing ten, that's a daily jack run (Phew)
Bandicooting of the Quagy-agy, I might crash some (Sh*t)
Colossal 'Wood, half Cookie and it's half Runtz
Sh*t, I got some black lungs

We gon' do him like he Kunta if he running off
Hit him in his foot, I tried to knock his shouldеr off (Damn)
Getting to that type of levеl, I can't hit it raw
I ain't finna play no games with you, this is not the Saw
Keep coughing 'cause the 'Wood full of opposition
Cut the b*t*h off 'cause she don't never listen
I'll air this b*t*h out if I feel a tension
I been balling in the D, I could've been a Piston
F**k the past, f**k a "would've", "could've", "should've"
I'm a Sh*ttyBoy 'cause I been sh*tting since the pull-ups
Made a couple Pros off the phones, I got the hookup
If rapping had a draft cla**, n***as should've took us (Phew)
B*t*h, bright and early to that bag, I'm the bird with the worm
Dropped a thirty in this Wocky, unky tripping, got the Perc' muddy
In the field Triple S stomping, b*t*h, I got the earth grumpy, huh
I ain't got no friends, I swear it's just me, gang and pape' (Tuh)
I'm bro favorite rapper but he pull up banging Drac' (Tuh)
Fully zipped, I couldn't see my cup and stained the BAPE (Tuh)
All these rockets in this UFO like me and gang in space (Tuh)
It's a 'Cat whenever me and gang skirting 'round the city
Think I need to buy some lingerie, this AR, it got t**ties
Throw the blick to lil' bro, I call him "Yeat" 'cause he get busy
Up in Neiman's, I don't want the kicks if they don't cost no stimmy

Widebody, this a big whip
Slide down, switch clips and switch drip (Pow-pow-pow)
Sixty floors up, spent the trip lit (Phew)
For that sack, it's a pick six or a hit stick (Blitz, blitz)

Got racks like Serena, she a rich b*t*h (Rich b*t*h)
How are you a shooter? You don't hit sh*t (You don't hit sh*t)
It ain't take me long, I hit it real quick (No cap)
Even in the dark I bet I'm still lit (Uh)

Still lit, still rich, still punching, still scamming
Know I'm ugly as the f**k but with this pape', I feel handsome
Cut the lights off, I bet the Hutch piece still dancing
Got a hunnid in this big f**ker, get real frantic
Phew
Yeah, b*t*h
Sh*ttyBoyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, that's on every song
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew

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