Correction Lyrics Mi Casa by Fijimacintosh

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I smoke... uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (f**k these n***as talking 'bout? sh*t)
Yeah, mhm, mhm
That be Maaly Raw

Uh, I smoke like a rasta in mi casa eatin' pasta
Say somethin' 'bout this shotta then lil' brodie headshot him
I spent twenty-five hundred on some new Rick Owens garments
Don't you hit me 'bout no budget 'cause this sh*t ain't up for bargain

Uh, I'm so, I'm so high, I feel like Marvin the motherf**king martian
I got your b*t*h off a Xan', uh
She wanna f**k my mans (Yeah)
I'm tryna f**k up the plan, uh
Diamonds, they cover my hand
I'm movin' the four-by-four
I'm pouring the two by the four
It's a gamble with life, gotta roll (Let's go)
Tryna see all my n***as get on
With my brother, he right or he wrong
Better watch how you talk with that tone
Smack you down, put the fire to his dome
Murakami, I live on my own
Big racks falling out my pants, I can't walk right
b*t*h talk comin' out your mouth, boy, you can't talk right
All these hatin'-ass n***as watching like it's Blu-Ray
Make me put some motherf**king money on your toupee
Simon says, "Get this f**king money, f**k what you say"
Told lil' shawty wipe me down like Lil' Boosie
She said she don't know me, but she love all my music
Girl, you can come hug me, but don't get no confusion (Woo)
You can give me hugs, girl, you don't get no confusion
And I got this b*t*h going up on a Tuesday
Shawty probably drunk too much now she woozy
Choosey, throwin' all this money, look like looseleaf

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