Correction Lyrics War Zone by BabyTron

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Yeah, huh, aye
Yeah, five hundred
Yeah, aye, five hundred
Yeah
Five hundred dollars for a

Five hundred dollars every step, b*t*h, my feet lavish
Two hundred dollars every plate, b*t*h, I eat lavish
I'm in Walmart like voila, b*t*h, this piece magic
Skrrt-skrrt when I'm in the [?] like I ballet dance
Drop a fluke check, I might f**k around and grab eight bands
Designer hitting raps, 20K, we in Pakistan
Scam dancing, might scuff the Diors when I catch a ham

You can hear the wasp buzzing on it when the Scatty drift
Deep in that onе mode, lil' b*t*h, the baggy zipped
Applе tightened up, grab ten 'fore they patch the glitch
Stop with that fake Fraud Bible, that sh*t blasphemous
Bounty on his head, we gon' treat it like it's Warzone
Up top, give him hangtime like some cornrows
I don't need the key, BNB with the door code
Two profiles with insurance, I got four phones

I like the pu**y how you like yo leggings, nice and tight
Looking for a bando with a addy, now my missus right
You don't usually f**k the first date but, sh*t, why not tonight?
Took him out the field, I'm sick that boy ain't have another stripe
Circle like some braids or yo clothes, gotta keep 'em tight
I was in the dark for 'bout a while, didn't believe in light
You can call Stan or BabyTron, they can get you right
You'll get shot think you turnt, don't let them get you high

We'll drop a hundred shells, he better keep his taco [?]
Why these n***as rapping 'bout some chicken that they not gon' touch?
Catch you catching public transportation, I done stopped yo bus
Make him weave a 7.62 before he bob a punch
Got the neck, drop a Tech, gang and all 'em in Audemars Piguets
Drop a check, brodie bling-blinging like it's Johnny Test
b*t*h is pressed, hundred in my closet, b*t*h, I drip finesse
She said, "Boy, you looking like you swipe", got yo b*t*h impressed

Feel like Venom on the dark web with a pack a punch
Chop came playing, spent five just to pack a punch
In the field, call him "Mariota" 'cause we had him ducking
We gon' light you like some f**king buffs, try and snatch you something
All time leading scorer with it like Abdul-Jabbar
Came from a crumb, bench rider to a superstar
RC-XD, blow it up if we shoot yo car
Balaclava X ghillie suit, creeping through yo yard

Crocs on with the fur, I think they insolated
Told yo b*t*h to put it in the air and then I penetrated
I done caught him in the same fit, I think he animated
You supposed to run it up and stack it, let me demonstrate it
Put the ball down but I'm still getting down the lane
Bro'll pull up shooting from afar, he got it [?]
She like, "Dee, when I'm just with you, it do not feel the same"
They can't play with us, that's when they go and try to steal the gang

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