Correction Lyrics LV Shades by Quelly Woo

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[Intro]
(Shout out Yamaica)
Mmm-mm (Okay, okay)
Mmm-mm-mm (Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby)

[Chorus]
Do a drill in some LV shades, oh-oh-oh
Amiri the drip, oh-oh-oh
B22 for the kicks, oh-oh-oh
G-Lock on my body
Load the clip with hollow tips
Do a drill in some LV shades
Amiri the drip
B22 for the kicks
In the Flossy wit' the 'rips, oh-oh-oh
All of my suvys savage
Yeah, we sicker than your average
We got the drop, advantage, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
Back that chop, eruption, gettin' saucy off the substance
Yeah, I'm saucy off the substance, oh-oh-oh
I got hoes in Illinois, mix Dior and Matty Boys
Kill a opp, then rejoice, oh-oh-oh
Get straight cash, all I see is dollar signs
She a baddie, told her wine, wine
I can't come in last, it's for days I ain't have a dime
Only hunnids on my mind, mind
Only hunnids on my templе, in the trap, I'm in my temple
Pour a four whеn it get stressful, oh-oh-oh
I love my ooter, he so helpful and he shoot with fundamentals
And he never sentimental, oh-oh-oh
Bad bitch give me chin, no Crimson, TP need a hundred trillion
Baguettes on me and they glistenin', huh, oh-oh-oh
On my bullshit, Tyrese Gibson, it was earned, it wasn't given
Matty Boy snapback, no fitted, fitted, oh-oh-oh
They tryna fit in, yeah, dunk on that nigga, Bridges, woo
If you got a OA, kick it, kick it, oh-oh-oh
Yeah, you better kick it, PNC approved, bust a move

[Verse 2]
Throwin' my finger, bet I knock a nigga lights out
Shine bright, like a lighthouse, oh-oh-oh
Feel like Cory in the White House, Phantom look like White-Out
Baddie said I'm her type now, huh-uh-uh
Cold heart, cold world, stone cold, crippin'
I got fans in Great Britain, oh-oh-oh
My ooter oot with precision, send shots, never missin'
I love my ooter, he got instincts, huh-uh-uh
Huh-uh-uh, I ain't jokin', I ain't kiddin'
Cuzzy up it while he grinnin'
Christian Dior while I'm sinnin'
I'm a demon, I'm a villain
Off the top, it ain't written
Put a hole in his head like Krillin
I'ma up it if he fidget, fidget, huh-uh-uh
Two shots got her saucy, three shots got her smitten
I'ma pour it, more women, women, huh-uh-uh
I met a baddie, name Hillary and I took her to the Hilton
Took his bitch, and then kilt it

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