Correction Lyrics Hear It & Fear It by Curren$y

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Alright, yeah, yeah
Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Fly Society
We don't really know the arrangement of this song, so
We just gon' get it where they fit in

was my favorite cartoon
After marriage come the honey moon
Now I'll be damned [?] spoon
And something 'bout Popeye [?]
I don't remember that line all the way through
But I remember the group name was Nice & Smooth
I wonder what ever happened thеm dudes
I wonder what evеr happened to my new
Pitbull puppy when the hurricane came through
'Cause pet finders said that she was rescued
had one, they said they had his too
But when we hit the shelter we saw [?] too
them dogs, f**k wrong with y'all
Matter fact I think y'all tryna come here to fraud
But I ain't gonna take the white approach and go to the laws

I ain't even gon' trip
My n***a [?] so I can get another pit
But mine snap and your ass gets bite
We get love from all these b*t*hes because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
A lot of n***as hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it
We get love from all these b*t*hes because they feel us in our lyrics
We never talk it if we don't live it
'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics
A lot of n***as...
Addicted to the money, I'm just going where the dough is
And ma I don't mean to be rude, but there the dough is
Stay fresh to death, [?] dope is
Used to live trife, now I'm flossy like [?]
Came for the C-note and chips and the tokens
And yeah you a boss b*t*h but can't knock my focus
The clock's ticking and I gotta get it over with
Nice jump shot, n***a done it like Kobe did
couldn't hold the kid
Grind hard, stack money like Sosa did
And now I'm buying liquor, coppin' dro
Told Spitta I'ma get the n***as, you go get the hoes
Yeah, and we gon' have a gangsta party
Still protected by the guns with no safeties on it
I stack cash with the big faces on it
Cop whips where the paper plates be on it
Got that from [?] homie
Yeah, it's Young Roddy, [?]

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