Correction Lyrics 30 by $NOT

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BNYX
Ha-ha, aimin' that sh*t right at you
Yeah, yeah
Man, this sh*t crazy

I’ma smoke that sh*t like a [?] (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new b*t*h, she lookin' like Oprah
I might f**k that b*t*h right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac’
She suck on my d**k, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a [?] bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, f**k him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (F**k)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
F**k a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

(Pew-pew-pew) F**k n***a, I ran out of ammo
That's my plug, call him Fernando (Go)
I got camo like I'm a commando
Left, front, uppercut like I'm Kimbo
Left, front, like a f**kin' lieutenant
Left, front, like I don’t know who did it
Left, front, with your shorty, she with it
I don’t give a f**k 'bout no b*t*h, I’'ma go straight for the kill (Kill)
It's a dirty 30 no Perc', lil’ n***a, get popped like a pill (Pill)
Number (N)ine on me, got the .9 on me, I ain't got no chill (Chill)
Come inside my whip, all white with the Forgiatto wheels (Wheels)
I'ma smoke that sh*t like a [?] (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new b*t*h, she lookin' like Oprah
I might f**k that b*t*h right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my d**k, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a [?] bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, f**k him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (F**k)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
F**k a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

Clapping n***as, yeah, we giving 'em brawls
That T-shirt look staged like I'm Johnny Bravo
I'm locked in the cage, now I'm going psycho
I come back with b*t*hes, n***as think I'm trippin'
I rub with my pitcher, genie in a bottle
That Glock got a switch, ripping off like half of your face, I told him it was vitiligo (Pfft)
I got 30 b*t*hes in the lobby (Phew), and they all say that they gon' swallow (Phew)
And they want me get up out my body (Let's go), so I gotta fill ‘em with some hollows
And my new b*t*h look just like an actress (Go), they mistakin' her just for a model (Go)
I'ma f**k and might not call tomorrow, and might beat a motherf**kin' model (Dig)
I'ma smoke that sh*t like a [?] (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new b*t*h, she lookin' like Oprah
I might f**k that b*t*h right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my d**k, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a [?] bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, f**k him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (F**k)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
F**k a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

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