Correction Lyrics What Love by Calboy

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Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
He not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all and I'm makin' it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat
f**k what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat
It ain't too much they can say when you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil' b*t*h, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f**k out the way
She blockin' vision 'cause she mad and she spiteful
Yo, get the f**k out the way
That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols

Vision was hella specific
Rеspect your position
Sit back and collect the commission
I bеt that you didn't
I get why you mad, 'cause we travelin' like we done stepped off the pivot
f**k it, the thotties invited
The ones who ain't got it invited, except for you n***as
Hop in the Audi, we outtie
But you not allowed in the party, it's hella you n***as
Killin' the vibe with the negative energy
Knew I was hot and they tried to belittle
Counted me out and they kinda offended me
Smokin' this dope while I plot on my enemies
b*t*h, I'm from Cali, the plug up the street
I done been hurt by some people that's kin to me
Stood on that block and they tried to get rid of me
I got some money and sh*t started hittin' me

I see greatness, I look in the mirror
I see hatred, I look at 'em clear
And I f**ked up with a down b*t*h, got these other b*t*hes actin' weird
I was f**ked up, I was drownin', know a couple n***as that didn't hear it
What love? What love?

Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all, I'm makin' it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat
f**k what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat
It ain't too much they can say when you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil' b*t*h, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f**k out the way
You blockin' vision 'cause you mad and you spiteful
Yo, get the f**k out the way
That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols

b*t*h, I'm the realest, it's rare, I know
n***as be industry, weird, I know
And we leave that sh*t in the streets, yeah, I blow
Where the f**k is my enemies? Dead, I hope
Shawty say that she feelin' me, yeah, right, ho
She just gon' f**k 'cause this bread right, though
Ayy, lil' n***a, don't try us, you can die, bro
And I'm still on that block that your mans died on
And I'm from the 'Raq, where it go down
Used to be my b*t*h, I let her go, she a ho now
Baby, we get lit up like a hoedown
Want me showin' love, sorry, baby, I don't know how
Used to have a heart, but it's cold out
We gon' pull up on his block, it's a blowout
And he really knew what I was 'bout
He ain't watch his mouth, know a n***a got blowed down
Brodie pop out, he like, "Hello"
He tote a glizzy, it came with a shovel, woah
Said he want smoke, hope he dance with the devil
He said it's up, then it's stuck like a ghetto
Can't get caught at that light, keep my foot on the pedal
We can rock out 'cause I keep heavy metal
Nothin', now I got some money to stand on
That sh*t came with a thottie, she shake it like Jell-O

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