Correction Lyrics Wake Up Dead by Ed Rich

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Run up money
All my niggas run up money
I get guap
I shop... I can't stop
I really take the whip and then I swerve it out the lot, alot

Remember times I had no option
I was down bad
Everyone they was on opp shit
Now I count racks
Fendi, Gucci, MCM
f*ck that bitch, f*ck friend
I can't f*ck with niggas, niggas bitch
I can't f*ck with them, no
I said I can't f*ck with them

On my own until the end
I don't need no friends bitch
If you on the other side
You could wake up dead bitch

Run up money
All my nights run up money
I get guap
I shop... I can't stop
I really take the whip and then I swerve it out the lot, a lot

Told her put her hands on a floor
I been getting bands onna low
I poppin' Xans onna low
I might pop a Perc at the show
I said she f*ck me da dope
I said she f*ck me for da dope
Told her whip dat coke up off her nose
Said there Ain't no hope for these hoes

All my niggas scheming on a low
All my niggas scheming on a low

On my own until the end
I don't need no friends bitch
If you on the other side
You could wake up dead bitch

I don't need no stylist
Designer on me icy
I said (de)signer on me icy
Me niggas grinding
We see coppers then we skate
Juggin' and finessing f*ck that bitch if she got cake
And I said juggin' and finessin', I'm still headed to the bank
Countin' all dis cake
So much racks on me and bitch I might could catch a case
Hiding from the jakes
And I see the snakes
All these niggas fake
Why these niggas fake?

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