Correction Lyrics High End by Nechie

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(AJ STAY WORKIN, God)

Come through this bitch in a big-body Benz, Cartier lens
Can't get no bitch 'cause I'm f*ckin' her friends
Look at my fabric, really a savage, keep automatics
Step in this bitch and this shit could get tragic
I got this shit on these niggas, be cappin' (Oh), money keep pilin'
Livin' life, everything high end, everything lavish
I get the cabbage, live in the city of magic
f*ck on this lil' pretty bitch out in Magic (Magic)
Put the dick in her tummy, I'm gettin' too much of the money (Yeah)
Wrist on tsunami, niggas is funny
Act like they gangster, get hit with a hundred
Niggas don't want it
You can get slapped (Grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
You niggas is sweeter than honey

Neck and my wrist is so lovely
These niggas so bummy, these niggas be fumblin' and crumblin' (Yeah)
I got a bag, niggas that want it, I pull up, I'm on it, these niggas get smashed
I take him out like the trash, two fifty in cash, all in the bag
Niggas is bad, niggas ain't havin' no cash
Niggas, they goin' outside sad (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm your dad, you gon' do just what I tell her
I pimp on that bitch and go f*ck in the cellar
Realer, I hit the street with my gun and a pillow
Jumped off the porch when that nigga was little
Hangin' with killers and dealers
These niggas be cappin', these niggas ain't with it
I just be trappin' and flippin' (Yeah)
Traffick that pack out the trenches (Yeah)
Get hit with a bomb, act like you dumb
Look at how far I done come (Yeah), I started with crumbs
I got a loaf, look at my wrist and the diamonds, I need me a float
Water, I got a quarter, f*ck on your daughter, watch how I slaughter (Yeah)
Run through your hood like da Marta, I lock it down like The Carter
Act like they wanna get slaughtered

Put the dick in her tummy, I'm gettin' too much of the money (Yeah)
Wrist on tsunami, niggas is funny
Act like they gangster, get hit with a hundred
Niggas don't want it
You can get slapped (Grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
You niggas is sweeter than honey

Pull up in big bodies
Man, these bitches, they callin' me Big Papi
Man, the hundred and plus got my wrist rocky
For the money, she suck on that dick sloppy
I got a fetish for VVS's
Got baguettes in all of my f*ckin' necklace
If you ready, this shit can get f*ckin' reckless
Ain't no question, you niggas is f*ckin' peasants
Man, you niggas too little
Twenty pointers in the face of the bezel
Pull up on him, hit that big with a missile
It cut him like butter, bring in a shovel
Walk in that bitch, leave a puddle
I had to hustle, triple the double
Stack up the chips, I ain't talkin' no Ruffles
Boy, you bet' watch what you say, get the muscle
You can get killed, man, your mama gon' suffer
Hit stick, watch, he drop and he fumble
Cold-hearted, boy, I need me a cover
Bigger than big, I got the check
I put the ice 'round my motherf*ckin' neck
It's bigger than big, boy, that's a fact
These niggas p*ssy, they bangin' on wax
Everything high end, livin' my life, it's so lovely
I'm gettin' too much of the money

Come through this bitch in a big-body Benz, Cartier lens
Can't get no bitch 'cause I'm f*ckin' her friends
Look at my fabric, really a savage, keep automatics
Step in this bitch and this shit could get tragic
I got this shit on these niggas, be cappin' (Oh), money keep pilin'
Livin' life, everything high end, everything lavish
I get the cabbage, live in the city of magic
f*ck on this lil' pretty bitch out in Magic (Yeah)
Put the dick in her tummy, I'm gettin' too much of the money (Yeah)
Wrist on tsunami, niggas is funny
Act like they gangster, get hit with a hundred
Niggas don't want it
You can get slapped (Grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
You niggas is sweeter than honey

You can get slapped (Grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
You niggas is sweeter than honey

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