Correction Lyrics Rav3 p4rty by Yeat

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[Chorus]
(dulio, 力を貸して) Yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a Lamb' and that bitch 'bout to slam, that bitch 'bout to flam, that bitch 'bout to fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got a big body truck, got a big body truck, don't give a fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a rave party, we keep all the juice, got Molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Flyer than everyone, bitch, you can't fuck with the gang, no, you cannot fuck with us
(Phew, rippin' the curb up the—, phew)
Rippin' the curb up the bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in thе Tonka, uh (Hey)
I put the swervе on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh Chonka (Luh Chonka)
Don't give no fucks, uh, luh Chonka (Yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
(Yeah, yeah) Fill him with lead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), make him slumber (Yeah, yeah, what?)
I don't give a fuck what you said (Nah), delete my number (What? dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah, yeah)
Poppin' the X (Yeah, yeah)
It's time to flex (Twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the TECs (Bwah)
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (Bwah, bwah)
Feel like Osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow (Yeah)
Pull up at shows (Yeah), pull up at my show, I'm golden (Yeah)
I'm not from London, bitch (Yeah), I'm not your average bloke (Woah)

[Verse]
No average shows, no average hoes (Ugh)
Nothin' on me is average (No)
We don't do average jokes (Huh)
To half of these kids, I'm really they dad (Huh)
I already had the results (Huh)
You can't even handle this shit (Huh)
Your life a joke, you better grab you some rope (Huh)
This murder she wrote, flam big, never gets old, do what you supposed
Playin' your role, you is a ho', I let y'all know we stick to the code

[Chorus]
(dulio-dulio-dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a Lamb' and that bitch 'bout to slam, that bitch 'bout to flam, that bitch 'bout to fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got a big body truck, got a big body truck, don't give a fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a rave party, we keep all the juice, got Molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Flyer than everyone, bitch, you can't fuck with the gang, no, you cannot fuck with us
(Phew, rippin' the curb up the—, phew)
Rippin' the curb up the bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in the Tonka, uh (Hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh Chonka (Luh Chonka)
Don't give no fucks, uh, luh Chonka (Yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
(Yeah, yeah) Fill him with lead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), make him slumber (Yeah, yeah, what?)
I don't give a fuck what you said (Nah), delete my number (What? d-d-dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (Yeah, yeah)
Poppin' the X (Yeah, yeah)
It's time to flex (Twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the TECs (Bwah)
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (Bwah, bwah)
Feel like Osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow (Yeah)
Pull up at shows (Yeah), pull up at my show, I'm golden (Yeah)
I'm not from London, bitch (Yeah), I'm not your average bloke (Woah)

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