Correction Lyrics Back in Blood by C1 (LTH)

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Still got bad ones acting up (Again)
Cah me, I don't give them time (No I don't)
She wants to wine and dine
That's not me, I'm not that guy (No I ain't)
Just do it like Nike (come on)
All the LT's ride and slide
Double-tap shotties and swing them knives
Lean out the window, air out bine (Bap, bap)
Please don't act stupid
Everyone knows it's the LT's shooting (Come on, come on)
Bootings, bootings
All of these bootings, jakes can't prove it (They can't)
She fell in love with a gangsta
And she just loves to abuse it (She loves it)
C just see that, what arе you doing?
If it ain't me then who are you scrеwing? (Who?)
I was back then with Slim tryna ching
Now that's all we tryna do (Trust me)
I'm a darkskin n***a who's rubbed and rude
But the lighties think I'm cute (Safe)
The opps get shot, then we move
I don't wanna hear it, you know what we do (You know)
Pour up a Sprite, 2 litre, boo
I'm way too slatty, I cannot move (Slatty)
Ask YT how we slatt off (Slatt)
Ask Slim how they all ran off (Dashers)
This one here gotta back off
f**k off, go ask Kay how to slap off (Bap, bap)
And the neighbours we got ain't nosy
Mask on my face, suttin' like Mick Foley (Foley)
'Round us, man, don't act bosey
Stain gang, you might go home with no Rollie (Stain)
Could've been a buss-down Plain Jane
That garm disappeared, David Blaine (Disappeared)
Free Breezy, slept on trains
Free BK, anything for the change (My bro)
If they could they'd be on the stage
Chatting like gyal, anything for the fame (Hookers)
'Nuff animals 'round here, you can't tame
Officer, what a shame (Gah)
If it ain't Nike Air it's drip
The feds them mad cah they can't prove sh*t (They can't prove it)
I love my sportsman n***a like Skid (That's Skid)
I love my trapboy n***a like Blitz (That's Blitz)
We ain't playing with bamboo sticks
When suttin' gets shot, when suttin' gets hit (No we ain't)
Free the gang, free the whole of the strip
Free Murder, MA, [?], real sh*t

We span that block like a hundred times (Hundred, hundred)
This ain't a facading ting or an act (No it ain't)
She ask me if I know them yutes 'round there
Of course, they ain't got no waps (No)
I chat sh*t 'cause all of it's facts (Facts)
She got a slim waist with a back (Come on)
Tell her what do to and she does it, smash (Smash)
Caught two yutes and they both turned Flash
We span that block like a hundred times
This ain't a facading ting or an act (No it ain't)
She ask me if I know them yutes 'round there
Of course, they ain't got no waps (None)
I chat sh*t 'cause all of it's facts (Facts)
She got a slim waist with a back (Come on)
Tell her what do to and she does it, smash
Caught two yutes and they both turned Flash

She came to the rave to watch the tugs (Ah-ah)
She ain't into the dance (She ain't)
Moncler, Louis and stuff
C1 ain't ever been France (Never)
Do any job on my own and no babes
I don't need no staff (No I don't)
This b*t*h ain't got no class, rass
Is everything good at yard?
I don't need me an Asian Doll, no
I need one just like Mulatto (Yes)
This type beat ain't Hargo
Bruck-down dings, how far can a car go? (Skrr, skrr)
I've been told that we're as*h**es
True say we left bare dizzy like Rascal (Safe)
We're the kings of the Hill, f**k a castle
This ain't no games, no pass the parcel (No)
This baddie ain't got no manners
She ain't rude when she's down at knee-height (Nah)
Something got done by the Hill
Something got done by the GIs
Two shotgun's, that's B1 and D5
Tryna turn man 3-5 (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
From time, they ain't been live

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