Correction Lyrics Off The Land by DaBoii

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(DTB, that's a slap)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

And I got off the land, I ain't never did no scam
'Member me and my mans going half on a zip
Pulled up on Lee and I showed him I had a brick
Riding through the east with no tint on my whip
It's just me and this blick, tryna pay up this rent
Prayed for love and bought sticks, prayed for drugs and made flips
It wasn't making sense
I cooked so much raw in one month, it made me sick
If I got in twelve, then I gave Casey six
Every problem that I еver made done been fixеd
Don't diss, it's a issue, when you see me, shoot your blick
Get 'em killed
Every dollar that I save gon' get spent
We got switches on them glizzies, ain't no way that we can miss

It ain't no way that we gon' miss
We've been passing her around, bro, ain't no way this ho your b*t*h
I'll take a n***a's sh*t like ain't no way, this ain't your sh*t
He want a versey for a band, hell nah, that ain't no chips
I've been on my healthy sh*t, I'm eating veggies and I'm drinking smoothies
Nothing 'bout me fake, b*t*h, I'm 200, ain't no seeing through me
Lazy with them texts, when they pop up, have your b*t*h read it to me
I got real respect for all the hoes, you n***as be the groupies
Strictly only 'Woods what I inhale, nah, I won't hit the pape'
Nah, n***a, I can't hit your paper, I just get the pape'
My b*t*h ain't cook no grubby-grub for me, for you, no d**k today
Done pouring this soda, just might drop a four in lemonade
Yeah, it's Mufasa, but I'm like Scar, I'm with the hyenas
I can tell you n***as really hoes, how I'm a mind reader?
If I stand on all these bandy-bands, I'll be a sightseer
Damn, you n***as diss was hella weak and y'all ain't rhyme either, n***a, on the gang
Ayy, ayy, I don't do no dissing on no 'net, you know that's ho sh*t
I can count a quarter million cash and don't lose focus
n***as hate me in my city 'cause I'm having motion
They ain't f**king with that n***a 'cause they heard he bogus
I ain't piecing up on sh*t, I cop the load and get that sh*t gone
I hit up my jeweler, told him that I need the big stones
I went AP, that sixty-five look like a brick
Pull up SRT and when we sliding we won't miss
Send a hit
Like a lotto, we gon' scratch him off the list
I've been going crazy, having models at the crib
I got hollows in the SIG
She gon' swallow all my kids
They wonder how I did it, I got it all off the risk

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