Correction Lyrics dougie & kay 2 by tana

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What you get is what you see
No more, "Maybe" it's "Maybelline" (Grah, grah, grah)
She can give you everything you need
What you need (Grah, grah)
Man, what the f**k goin' on Maajins?

Like, we in the trap, move the pack up
City Girl, pa** me the stick and I act up (What)
You really not in the streets, need a backup
You want the smoke, say a joke and get packed up

Like, I can't diss, I can't do no response
Number 6, I'ma throw in LeBron
Pa** the heat and I'm gettin' him gone

I get him gone and get paid
And your girl do whatever I say
Watch when I wave the stick in his face
Ain't no opps, leave the blick in the case
1500 tote .50's and K's
No ammo, throw the blick at his brain
Batman, b*t*h, I was puttin' in pain
She say my New York accent sound like Bane
G-lock b*t*h, it go everywhere, two straps (Grah)
I pa** the choppers, Tana, he gon' oop that
I stole his girl, he want his boo back
Nike, I get the checks and go do that
Tell this b*t*h I walk around with three straps
(Bow) I might just up at his kneecap
He said that he want the smoke, he don't need that
Red dot, his forehead where my beam at
Shaio still catchin' alleys and sh*t
In that pop block deep, b*t*h, I'm totin' on sticks
Roxana, might mix it with Rick
Not talkin' bout Fivi', I'm rockin' Big Drip (Big Drip)
Valentines Day, the Glock give him a kiss (Kiss)
Man, I'm wonderin' if I'm ever gon' miss
(Fah) B*t*h, I'm never gon' miss
I up the strap and throw it in a ditch (Boom, boom, boom)
Uh, I up the strap and throw it in a lake
Got four-five bad b*t*hes up in L.A
Degra**i, uh, I'm totin' on Dracs' (Grrow)
How the f**k I'ma diss you but not get paid? Like

Like, I can't diss, I can't do no response
Number 6, I'ma throw in LeBron
Pa** the heat and I'm gettin' him gone

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