Correction Lyrics Separation by Young Stoner Life

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I separated myself from the gutter
I told em I wouldn't trade on my brothers
I had a dream them n***as singing like yunna
I'm a demon, I'm a slimey anaconda (Slatt, slatt)
I just wanna let you know, oh oh
Travel ‘round the city, I go anywhere I want
Not trippin' bout these b*t*hes, I can f**kin’ get them gone
I'm dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door

She was smelling stanky, so I told that b*t*h to drank it
She asked me for an arrangement, I told that b*t*h that she dangerous
She cater to the plug, she don’t give a f**k bout what you thinkin
Diamonds know they bе shining, I can’t put em in her a***
Sitting back chillin' in the lobby, not worriеd bout nobody, and I don’t give no damn bout what they say
A whole road chaser, we put racks inside the safe
Tell her to take a pay cause I'ma brush em my way
Put her in rotation, a real money maker
She got a birkin bag, put chanel around her waist
You know that it get sticky, icky
Came a long way from the trenches
Though i was born with it, ain't no mystery in my history

You know like that, pop it?
Telling n***as how I feel, like, keeping it real with n***as, you know what I'm sayin?
Being genuine, know what I'm sayin, we ain't trippin over these b*t*hes

Poppin on they a**, they know a youngin got it poppin
She wanna ride the d**k, I told her ride it kawasaki
They know a n***a winnin, they heard I'm a trending topic
Not gettin caught up in feelings, I tell b*t*hes to mop it
Rule number 1 gotta watch over your back (Slatt)
Rule number 2 if they spinnin, you spinnin back
Came a long way from 250, they yelling and screaming jack
I'm on a road to riches I tell them to holla back
Stepping on these n***as, G nikes lace up my ones
I don't need no army with me shoot my own gun
Dedicated by money I don't care where you from
You gotta show yo hand and play your card like pawn
I separated myself from the gutter
I told em I wouldn't trade on my brothers
I had a dream them n***as singing like yunna
I'm a demon, I'm a slimey anaconda (Slatt, slatt)
I just wanna let you know, oh oh
Travel ‘round the city, I go anywhere I want
Not trippin' bout these b*t*hes, I can f**kin’ get them gone
I'm dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door

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