Correction Lyrics We Made It by Pop Smoke

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(Rico's going crazy again)
Oh, we come from the trenches, n***a
Trap, trap, saint fit four-way street (Grrr)
Know what I'm sayin'?
50 Cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha)
Look

n***a, we made it (Grrr-bah)
n***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
n***a, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr-bah)
n***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it, look (Grrr)

I remember the days, saint fit four-way street
I used to eat 50 Cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's Philippe's, full of steak
And hella thots in the rift
I can't wife that thot, tell that b*t*h get out of my face
We killed your big brother, we killed your little brother
She suckin' d**k at the way
I nutted on her face, I left it all on her face
Should I hop in a Lam' and skrt off?
I spent fifty up in myrtle
I got sh*t you never heard of
Buy, I don't care what it cost, no
And I always keep a pole
Rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro
If you droppin' the war, we come where you live
Black guy in a [?]
Pull up, empty the clip, whoa
Drag the strap on 7th
In the floors, where we reckless
Please do not play with me
n***a, I keep a K with me, look

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