Correction Lyrics Yeah Yeah by Da Real Gee Money

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(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat)

n***a yeah, yeah
Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a n***a, we bust led, yeah
In the rental tryna leave a n***a dead, dead
n***a yeah, n***a yeah
n***a yeah, yeah
Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a n***a, we bust led, yeah
In the rental tryna leave a n***a dead, dead
n***a yeah, n***a yeah
n***a yeah, yeah

Brand new .40 Glock just copped up out the shop
Hollows hit his skin, he need some water cause them b*t*hes hot
n***as talkin' gangsta when you see me make your pistol pop
Rest in peace to you [?] that draco make a pu**y n***a pop and lock (Pock and lock, pop and lock)
Bin Laden pistols, they go stupid everytime we spot an opp (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got thirty in this .30, he died on the second shot (Baow, baow)
They wan' burn me, I'm not nervous 'cause I keep this pistol c*cked
He was talkin' like he hard now on a shirt his picture cropped (b*t*h)
.40 knockin' off your tattoos (Yeah, yeah), I go nuts like cashews (Yeah, yeah)
Catch 'em in the whip I'm tryna do 'em like the last dude (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every hood up in my city ain't no section I ain't ran through
I spend a quarter a the light knock off a limb, n***a bad news

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