Correction Lyrics What’s goin on by DJ Khaled

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Ayy, sick of these n***as (sick)
Sick of these n***as (sick, sick)
Hire some help (help), get rid of these n***as (skrr)
Sick of this sh*t, move to the Ritz
Turned out the b*t*h (ayy)
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo' movin' fast
S Cla**, G Cla**, lotta cla**
In a rocket and that b*t*h ain't got no tags
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
I'm sick of these n***as (sick)
Sick of these n***as (sick, sick)
Hire some help (help), get rid of these n***as (grr)
F**k what it was, it is what it is (what)
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)
I f**k with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their t**hes (oh)
Thеy want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovеy-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that
Ayy, sick of these n***as
I'm sick of these n***as
Hire some help, get rid of these n***as
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada
My b*t*h in Chanel now
Your b*t*h in Escada (sick, sick, sick)
Yeah, and they shook
Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (nah)
Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (shh)
Twenty-nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (cook)
Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my a**ists (shh)
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (yeah)
I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah)
Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist)
Yeah, I can tell
I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (two)
Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two)
Heard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell (nah)
Sick of these n***as (sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these n***as
I'm sick of this sh*t (sick, sick)
I'm runnin' a blitz
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)
I f**k with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their t**hes
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t
I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that

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