Correction Lyrics 1000 Ecstasy by Griselda

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Lyrics

What's the problem?
Come on, I'll take you home (Conductor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know who the f**k it is (Ayo)

When God molded me, he made nothing else like it
It's easy to be yourself, but lames still try to bite the likeness
N***as really ain't worth sh*t, either way you slice it (N***as washed)
As long as my connect don't play with the prices, I'm righteous
A gold smile, pal, your whole style is now cipher
My main focus is collectin' check and drivе the price up
On my bullsh*t when I mic up
I slidе through, throw the smokers a pebble for pay, and then they pipe up
F**k a short, but I take nineteen from my favorite fiend
He owe me a favor, I give him the gauge and he make a scene
Palm filthy from the dirty dough, no way to make it clean
Prada on the body of my ho, she from Jamaica, Queens
Head to toe in designer clothes, f**k state greens
I seen a n***a whole face ripped open in HD
Caught a few cases and dirt, dunny, I'm waist deep
At this location, droppin' a check in the AC

My n***as real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these n***as jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
Real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these n***as jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
I'm familiar with the scales, sandwich bags, and the frequent buyers
Filthy bread, gettin' slow head from ghetto Mýas
My gun fire and it's black, like a car tire
All of my bars barbed wire, they admire
That's why them n***as all copy, but they'll never be flyer
Don't give a f**k about celebrity, that cheddar be higher
On my list, free my brother Drama, he been down for six
Since a jit been duckin' the pigs in the Crown Vic'
They want the Oxycontin pills, fishscale and that brown sh*t
Aim at the target, make sure that all of my rounds hit
Dope boy pedigree, a couple times a shooter at the scene allegedly
But God had plans for my destiny
Life a b*t*h I d**ked, but I'm lit, so she don't be stressin' me
My BAPE satchel got a thousand ecstasy

I think you're taking your girlfriend to the movies or something
No, we're coming from the movies
And, uh
As we're coming out, these incredible, awful-looking
Dead creatures come out
And try to hurt us
As they close in on us, an amazing thing happened, you know?
Conductor, we have a problem

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