Correction Lyrics LIMITS by Jasiah

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Leather boots
Tactical vest with an army suit
Got my b*t*h up high, use her bra for a parachute
No-fly zone flame high like a barbecue
Land on ya neck, burn cigars at the interview
Badman don't play games with the law
Badman, badman, badman, badman
Badman don't play games with the law
Badman, badman, badman, badman

Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick
Yo I'm rollin' up
You can't see me when
When I'm rollin' up
One, two, three, four

Rollin' pa** the speed limit, I don't see limits
It's them three digits, just them three digits
Rollin' pa** the speed limit, I don't see limits
It's them three digits, just them three digits
Rollin' pa** the speed limit, I don't see limits
It's them three digits, just them three digits
Rollin' pa** the speed limit, I don't see limits
It's them three digits, just them three digits
Said he wanted smoke but he gon' need another lung
Boy, don't try me, I swear you gon' feel the f**king sun
On your knees but know that forgiveness will never come
No one's safe, that's why I'm sipping' on that red rum
Too fast on the dash, I'm a speed demon
I don't see limits, I don't need gimmicks
Even if a n***a crash, I will be in it
I don't see limits, I don't see limits

Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick
Tick tock, tick tock
One, two three, four

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