Correction Lyrics 1997 KiD by ROCKET

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Yeah, woah
I love you Rocket
Yeah, okay
What you talkin' bout
What you talkin' bout
Drop, my god

Big old bands, won't fold
I won't f**k, oh no, no
I wanna send her home, pardon me, my heart been gone
Bae I been just stressin', oh
All my hoes take Fetanyl
Oh, she gon' love it all
I told all my brothers, we gon' ball
We gon' ball
And that hoe never hit my phone, why she call
I remember them days when I was down bad, bad, baby oh
That b*t*h a hoe, my n***as they uppin' the score

b*t*h I'm drowsy, drowsy
Hoe get from 'round me
Do anything for the clout
I don't wanna hit that bae
f**k it, I'm pullin' your hair back baby
My label clean, matte black baе
2014, that's a throwback baby
Black Audemar, like Kodak baby
Trappin, hell nah know I can't savе her
Chains on my neck like goddamn slaves
Put on all pointers, better be heavy
Know I like gettin' benji's, I like gettin' paid
I told her "You with me," she told me "Okay"
You gotta be kiddin', It don't be no shame
Big old bands, won't fold
I won't f**k, oh no, no
I wanna send her home, pardon me, my heart been gone
Bae I been just stressin', oh
All my hoes take Fetanyl
Oh, she gon' love it all
I told all my brothers, we gon' ball
We gon' ball
And that hoe never hit my phone, why she call
I remember them days when I was down bad, bad, baby oh
That b*t*h a hoe, my n***as they uppin' the score

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