Correction Lyrics Shoot Like Curry by Fizzler

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Scratch mixed it
Yo, Fiz
Fly straight sh*t, gang sh*t
No steppin' out here, you what what it's like
Look
Oh my god, it's Okiki Beats

Look, asked bro, 419, I ain't takin' meth
You don't wanna end up as a sound effect (Brrt)
'Cause smoke's what I produce like zeph (Gang)
And my heart's big, big like jest (Hood-hood)
George, best come when I send out a text
The cat ain't got football legs (What you want?)
He don't wanna do drills for pa**in' skills
He's tryna get high instead
They take Ls on their head like Luigi (Mario)
So watch how you move when see me (Woohoo)
I ain't givin' opps buj when I dish out a freebie
Glee, glee, gеt squeezy (Oi)
Wet man down 'cause I'm knees deep (Yeah)
I nеver said sh*t 'cause it's neeky
Only trips might have man sleepy
Leave the scene ugly or needy (Boom-boom)
Free lil' bro
He got a M when he said Mario (Free him up)
I need the M 'fore they let him go
So I do the road and double my shows
She likin' my wave, ayy, baby, float
Throat baby, she ain't gon' choke
Still cut you there with bro on volts
There's Henny in me, you know, you know
I'm in fast lane, I can't take it slow
Been fly straight, can't leave my bro
To the, to the top wo go
I only one top, you know, you know
I'm out this world, Pluto knows
I got plans when I'm makin' dough
Put five aside like goals
Put one-point-five on a brand new pole
She want the don-don
Brown skin from south London
I don't want love, I want the bum-bum
But will you hold sweets and call it bon-bon?
Bro had the wap when I needed one
I can't talk all the things we done (Oi, oi)
When needed funds, Los threw me a box
Amir Khan (Boom-boom)

When I say jump out, it's not hubada
Bro ain't Dappy, he ain't say, "Nah-nah-nah"
I got guns like Johnny, opps in a hurry
I let it go, la-la-la
Bake off with the honey
Nah, that's funny, I can't swap puss for the money
NBA tracksuit, I shoot like Curry
I learnt the jugg, not colly
When I say jump out, it's not hubada
Bro ain't Dappy, he ain't say, "Nah-nah-nah"
I got guns like Johnny, opps in a hurry
I let it go, la-la-la (Brr, brr)
Bake off with the honey
Nah, that's funny, I can't swap puss for the money
NBA tracksuit, I shoot like Curry
I learnt the jugg, not colly
I came long way from Gary
From sleepovers at nannys
Sixteen when the feds first nabbed me
Got nicked with nine eights like Stally
Fifteen when put on my bally (Woo)
Sixteen when I d**ked down a baddie (Woi)
Seventeen, bro said, "Chase a Grammy" (Gang)
Eighteen, got rappers just like me
Move, groove, 4-4-4-2
Bro, I'm in the mood
Shawty, I don't mean to be rude
But I'm with bro, so, come as a two (Shawty)
In the trap first knew about fumes (Oi)
Now I know one that mixes tunes
I spin back like mixers do
Guaranteed I won't leave no clue
I'm hungry, I won't go plush
Real trap, wait, I did it in cunch
From a kid, I was takin' grub
And never once did I steal packed lunch
If you're talkin' respect, they owe me some
'Cause I got them more than once (Yeah-yeah)
Run it up, get more then one, 'cause
Drip, I get bored of some (Boom-boom)
She want the don-don
Brown skin from south London
I don't want love, I want the bum-bum
But will you hold sweets and call it bon-bon?
Bro had the wap when I needed one
I can't talk all the things we done (Oi, oi)
When needed funds, Los threw me a box
Amir Khan (Boom-boom)

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