Correction Lyrics 4 Sho by Dy Krazy

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DY Krazy
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The way I wear these jewels like I ain't had money before
You was happy when I was down like you wanted me broke
Plenty nights you seen my gun like you wanted me smoked
Counted money 'round them killers like you wanna be poor
I want it now like I ain't want it before
You fronted me all them drugs, yeah, you showed me the ropes
The way I drive them cars like I ain't had money before
Give my heart to the trenches 'cause they love me for sure
For sure, for sure
For sure, for sure
They ain't want me broke for sure
This shit for real, not for show

Fuck all that politicking, I don't trust 'em
Don't wanna play no role, 'cause I don't love 'em
Shoot him in his face, you know I ain't gon' snuff him
I just fuck her once, you know that I ain't gon' cuff her
Shout out to the trenches, shout out to my brothers
I can't wife no bitch, she wearin' them coochie cutters on the 'Gram
You ain't coppin' weight, you copped a gram, I know you sniffin' that
How you Get Back Gang and I know you ain't gettin' back?
They take your shit and you can't get it back
You can pay for it
This lifestyle that I live, bitch, I'm made for it
Cut that fake shit
But that real cup of Act', I got a taste for it

The way I wear these jewels like I ain't had money before
You was happy when I was down like you wanted me broke
Plenty nights you seen my gun like you wanted me smoked
Counted money 'round them killers like you wanna be poor
I want it now like I ain't want it before
You fronted me all them drugs, yeah, you showed me the ropes
The way I drive them cars like I ain't had money before
Give my heart to the trenches 'cause they love me for sure
For sure, for sure
For sure, for sure
They ain't want me broke for sure
This shit for real, not for show

Millions on my mind, nigga, every night
Obey the traffic book, but don't do red lights
Told 'em that I got 'em, now my bread right
Left my bitch, I got her back, and now my head right
Weed misdemeanor, but that D, that's fed time
Come to my city with them jewels, you better wear light
Only right to free my nigga
More than drugs to be my nigga
808, 'cause DY did 'em
You not gang, you want a picture
You know it's real, you google numbers on a Percocet
You bring them drugs and I ain't gon' pop it if I ain't heard of it
Mama, I'm a gangster, stop worrying
When I'm by myself, I keep a murder kit, yeah, yeah

The way I wear these jewels like I ain't had money before
You was happy when I was down like you wanted me broke
Plenty nights you seen my gun like you wanted me smoked
Counted money 'round them killers like you wanna be poor
I want it now like I ain't want it before
You fronted me all them drugs, yeah, you showed me the ropes
The way I drive them cars like I ain't had money before
Give my heart to the trenches 'cause they love me for sure
For sure, for sure
For sure, for sure
They ain't want me broke for sure
This shit for real, not for show

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