Correction Lyrics Run Down by Veeze

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(Enrgy made this one)
On my momma, I just, n***a
n***a just got off his ass
Flew up out here to really talk some sh*t with these n***as (Frrp)
You wanna talk, you can talk hella sh*t (Boat, Boat)
On God, look, yeah

Come and suck on my jeweler's d**k
My doctor almost died, I made my b*t*h go and clean his spit
Yeah, on my momma, I need him here
He gon' write the scripts 'til he dip and go head on Kobe
Wraith pulled me over, no question, he didn't owe me
Damn, this b*t*h just called my name like she really know me
Ain't a rap n***a in the world that can say they hold me
I just got a S-I-G in the back foldin'
I buy SRTs in my sleep, it didn't hurt my pockets
I just saw a sealed pint of Act' and it hurt my sockets
Real VVS on my b*t*h, ain't no heart lockets
I live on the lake, leave the crib and forgot to lock it
It's okay, I got cameras there
Any my brothers sleepin' upstairs, we got hammers there
And my other brother try to close, he got Pamela there
Good with the blunt, like Tyson Chan' was there

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