Correction Lyrics 4 Locos by TrippyThaKid

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New sh*t, I got problems
I ain't had no money, couldn't get it, wasn't popping
Pull up in that Lexus, I was smoking, drop the top in it
I just got a pound of Californian, yeah, I copped it
You know I'm dishonest
I've been getting paper, take a trip to the Bahamas
And she looking bad, give me neck and that's beyond it
Smoke too much reefer, I forget about the profit
When I started, they ain't f**k with me
Now they listen to me faithfully
Get that bag, I pay for me
Get that bag and not pay for me

I don't need nobody else
Flexing and finessin', I been winning by myself
Ayy, get out of my messages, always asking for help
Trippy and Coco is the team coming for the wealth
Ayy, I feel like I'm dreaming
Through yo' top shelf, ayy
People always hitting in my DMs looking for something
Bottle steady rolling
We smoking 'cause I don't want sh*t
All I need is me and my people
We going dumb, b*t*h
I'ma rolla coasta
I'm on a coast, sipping Vodka
Gimme something costly
Tryna be my La Costa
Roast me
If you got something to say, I hope ya
Say goodbye to Trippy 'cause, pu**y, you imposter
I'm just living my dream, ayy
And I do this for my team, ayy
I don't do this for the free, nah
You can find me in the tress, ayy

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