Correction Lyrics 10 Hour Drive by DaBoii

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This is a Foley production

Now everybody slime
And they'll never steal the sauce, but everybody tryin'
Now everybody gangsta
EDD done hit the scene now everybody caked up
And I should really be a P 'cause what I say persuasive
Me and Slimmy on the e-way n***a racing spaceships
When I walk inside the mall I see anxious faces
Want DaBoii up on your track? Then make a reservation
And I'll never leave my strap 'cause I'm protected by it
They like, "DaBoii brought out the buffs, that n***a exercising"
High as hell you tried to hit me with the breathalyzer
Laughed in his face and hit the 'wood, I'm getting extra high
You don't own that pu**y, she a rental, n***a Enterprise
Show no emotion but it's sh*t I really feel inside
I hop outside and get on feet, naw I don't sit in rides
Them boys come up over here they gon' get penalized
Matter fact, them n***as slide, them boys ain't leaving here
Like, why the strippers on one side? 'Cause n***a we in here
Throw that blunt up out the whip, boy it's a seed in there
10 hour drive, still rolling up, I use my knee to steer
I had it the Hardaway b*t*h I need every Penny
And all I did was run it up, naw I ain't fair to many
I seen a whole gang lose they life, they ain't cherish any
I put a hundred in that chop, this b*t*h a pair of titties
We make n***as make the news off some old beef
I overslept the other day, I'm catching old z's
Still passing hoes around, n***a go deep
Boy you asking hella questions, you the police
Yeah I'm riding to the neck but b*t*h I'm deep as hell
If my bro won't smoke with you b*t*h include me as well
I ain't gon' lie bro, you a b*t*h and I think she can tell
Let my choppa off in April, dropping Easter shells
I give a f**k who's showing love 'cause I'm supporting, I
I'll take a walk inside my closet, it's a store inside
And I can't even find my opps like I'm unorganized
You n***as wouldn't bust a grape, n***a Jordan 5's
Yeah I got shot up in my leg, I ain't complain about it
And if it ain't about no money you know I ain't around it
I ain't 'gon never say I made it 'til I own 80 houses
Putting hickeys on my b*t*h neck and a chain around it
And I done been around the world, I still can't leave the V
I'm fighting demons in my sleep, I need a Jesus piece
Them n***as thought that I was Dwayne, I couldn't leave the heat
She like, "When you want me to stop?", until your knees is weak
These n***as couldn't keep up if I ain't have a leg
b*t*h what do you have to offer? I ain't having sex
b*t*h how you stay fresh out the shower? Take a bath instead
I stood my ground, they tried to push me to the jagged edge
They like, "DaBoii be cattin' off, bet he be doggin' b*t*hes"
They like, "He anti", I'm whatever you wanna call a n***a
Deep down nobody got my back so I be cautious with it
And Tu was ballin' up in heaven, now Birdy balling wit' 'em
I'm in the studio everyday I'm all in with this
Like, why these guilty b*t*hes acting like they innocent?
Stay out the way and count my cheese, naw I ain't in the mix
But let a n***a touch my chain, I'm missing Christmases
b*t*h

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