Correction Lyrics Special Ed by Yung Ro

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Yea, I got no sissle, b*t*h I'm dawg (Ah, yea)
I bet you people, get you guns
Yea, b*t*h yea, I, aha (Aye, pop out yeah, what you gonna do? Aye)

I got the glizzy with them 50 shots, we spin on any block (Aha)
Lil homie he get at ya top, and he wit every shot (Brr)
We them glizzy boys, yea we only carry Glocks (Yea put 'em, ah, yea)
See him right here, this b*t*h burried a couple opps (Uh, uh, yea)
Got the d**k on the Glock
I done ran through a couple shots (Uh)
I mean ran through a couple thots (Aha)
I done f**ked up a couple pots (Yea)
The people hate me they running a couple swat (Yea)
They see a n***a be rapping and knowing I'm finna pop
Baby momma want f**k, heard that I'm getting guap (Yea)
All my opps wanna be cool, 'cause they heard that I'm sending shots
But I'ma D Boy, I'm special Ed all I hang around is retards (Yea)
We get you pop and pop a perc', its time to recharge
Pick that chop up (Pick that chop up)
Let rip off (Brr)
Now pick yo potna (Owe)
We hit 'em chest first (Uh)
Then his head gun him down like an expert, make sure he dead (Yea, come on)
And b*t*h, I'm on the same block, let 'em know that we ain't scared (I'm on the same)
You say you spin round here, I'm just surprised that you ain't dead (It's a product twin)
'Cause the last n***a spin got hit all in his head
And hit all in his back, his shoulder, and his leg
But hold on girl, why you said that low? (What the hell, what the hell?)
'Cause the police watching and I don't want them to know (Oh)
Plus the opps trippin got my gun at every show (Brra, brra)
I even got this b*t*h when I'm walking in the store (Yea, yea, oh)
You heard that he gone kill me (Oh)
Man that's probably 'bout a hoe, the world may never know (Come here, u-uh)
But if he play wit me, I hit 'em wit' that glizzy (Wit' that glizzy)
A couple shots, it'll knock a n***a out his misery (Out his misery)
And if you spin, you better spin till you get dizzy (You better spin till you get dizzy)
I don't got no time for a hoe 'cause I be busy
('Cause I be busy getting money)
Kidnap his child, have him feeling like he sunny (Yea, like he sunny)
My b*t*h f**ked my partner, had me feeling like a dummy (Like a dummy)
Now have bestfriend sucking d**k, eating kids like they yummy (Yea, oh, oh)
(Haa-haa yea, let me have some fun on these beats now)
Yea, beats, oh yea, the name of last place, yea
f**k a n***a (Brra brra, brra, brra, brra)

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