Correction Lyrics Encino by D Savage

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Don't be afraid of rejection, just keep slayin'
I'm shy, oh my God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real n***as feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons

When I'm on the scene, b*t*h, I'm Gucci'd down
We got felonies, we got hundred rounds
Smoking on loud, can't hear
Sipping on lean, not beer (What?)
We gon' really slide, really slide
We gon' really slide, really slide
Woo, ah
Ah, ah, ah

We out in Beverly, somewhere in the hills
I'm on her body, I'm tryna get me a feel
My n***as crazy, they all shoot to kill
I get them packs in through the mail
f**kin' that b*t*h, I don't kiss and tell
You an opp, you get popped on a skillet
Heat a n***a up just like a biscuit
Whippin' up the dope up like it's Nesquik
I got that stick on me, ready for action

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You see the deep in my eyes
Tell me the truth, no lies
b*t*h, I'm higher than a kite
She ride on that d**k like a bike
Knock his ass out like Mike

Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real n***as feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons

Uh, big AR on me, big like Julian Melon
Damn, she look 21 but she 27, uh
f**kin' that b*t*h, I killed her soul, I sent her ass to heaven
Baldhead, white b*t*h, I call her Eleven
Hop out the Porsche, it was me and cool
I'm in the Hellcat still with coons
Smoking on dope, we hotbox in the room
I'm the thot slayer, I'm f**kin' her tombstone

Uh, I jump out a Bentley, uh
I feel like I'm Trippie, uh
The real n***as feel me
I'm 'boutta run down with a semi
I'm finna run down with a fifty
I do not know what got in me
Percocet pills, they all in me
We flip your ho like a penny
Broke and now I'm balling like Penny
We drink lean, not Henny
We keep Glocks and semis
We ship packs and mailing
All my brothers' felons

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