Correction Lyrics Drivin in It by Gutta100

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(Fye, you goin' crazy on this b*t*h)
(It's Raw when you need cash only)
Gutta100

I don't want a skinny ho, I want a fat b*t*h
I can shoot the Glock with either arm, I can hand switch
I just caught a play, but I don't have a scale so I eye the sh*t
b*t*h, I'm not romantic so don't look me in my eyes and sh*t
When I hug her, hell yeah, I'm steady grippin' on her thighs and sh*t
I will tell her a hundred lies to get inside the clit
I'ma tell her "I don't got a car" so I can drive her sh*t
Now her baby daddy lookin' at her like, "b*t*h, where your whip?"

Uh, ayy, b*t*h, I'm drivin' in it
When you leave the house, your lil' b*t*h pu**y, I'm divin' in it
Let her ridе the d**k with no hands, autopilot with it
Gettin' too much money, can't gеt in the car if it ain't tinted

I thought he bought a brand new car, but I found out it's rented
I don't think he's gettin' money like that, I think he's pretendin'
Are you tryna f**k a b*t*h or somethin'? Please tell me why you're flexin'
I need that lil' boy to take his shoes off, he ain't really steppin'
Hit the club, leave the Glock off in the car, don't need my weapon
If we beef inside, when we come out I got a thirty like Stephen
I'm a trapper, I don't got a 401k or a pension
Flash your titties drivin' by if you want my attention
Uh, ayy, b*t*h, I'm drivin' in it
When you leave the house, your lil' b*t*h pu**y, I'm divin' in it
Let her ride the d**k with no hands, autopilot with it
Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted
Uh, ayy, b*t*h, I'm drivin' in it
When you leave the house, your lil' b*t*h pu**y, I'm divin' in it
Let her ride the d**k with no hands, autopilot with it
Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted

If there ain't no tint, I shouldn't get in, that sh*t ain't smart
I lied, I keep a gun, I'll hop in if it's push-to-start
I like your b*t*h, she always gives me head before we start
Do you like breathing? If you run down, that'll stop your heart
Just like a toaster, you can get popped like a Pop-Tart
Fall off in your city, posted up with the Wockhardt
Brand new FN, it got aim, it shoot lethal darts
Her man askin' where her car at, I thought it didn't start?

Uh, ayy, b*t*h, I'm drivin' in it
When you leave the house, your lil' b*t*h pu**y, I'm divin' in it
Let her ride the d**k with no hands, autopilot with it
Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted
Uh, ayy, b*t*h, I'm drivin' in it
When you leave the house, your lil' b*t*h pu**y, I'm divin' in it
Let her ride the d**k with no hands, autopilot with it
Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted

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