Correction Lyrics Well sh*t by Pell

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All my friends been balling
I got real ones I can call on when I need to
I got [?] all in my pocket for the review
You blew up my spot, we was cool, now we not
I don't need you
I be somewhere [?], swear my life like locomotives
Under review

Well sh*t, look what I'm doing again
I don't know where to begin
Well sh*t, got the South with me like [?]
Y'all screwed up and let the boy in
Well sh*t, [?] under their ribs
But they ain't got a tape like this
Nah, they ain't got a tape like this
Nah, they ain't got a tape like this

I got real ones on the call log
They be making plays like a ball hog
When they see you, they just see food
See a menu like the [?]
Probably snitched, call the laws on 'em
Negotiatin', Rich Paul on 'em
Get your ass slit with that ying-yang
From the window to the wall on 'em
House on me, bet it all on 'em
Long paper, that's a large margin
Word to God, they paid their times
At no surprise it'd be a large offering
Don't need you, don't know you
If you come around you hear the dogs barkin'
Catch you on the grass, I'ma bust that ass
b*t*h I'm on your bumper like [?] horns honkin'

Well sh*t
Well sh*t

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