Corrección Letra King Dead Remix par Jay Rock

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Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)

And it's like that, lil' b*t*h
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' b*t*h
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' b*t*h
Do it bite back, lil' b*t*h? Need two life jackets, lil' b*t*h
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My b*t*h been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage à trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest Under-30 on the Forbes list (That Forbes list)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out (Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks, b*t*h (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret (Secret)
You n***as worried 'bout the crown, worried 'bout the crown (Worried)
f**k it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (They can keep it)

At 17 I made six figures (Yeah)
Immature young rich n***a (What else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (Yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (Sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
'Cause they wanna feed off my energy (Yeah, yeah)
Lyrically no one ahead of me
I could die today, still leave a legacy
That you can't ever be
Put that on everything, this is my destiny
It was all meant to be, f**k is you tellin' me?
You ain't 'bout nothin'
With my n***as, we flexin' and stuntin'
'Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin'
Play your card 'cause we know that you bluffin' (Yeah, hey)
I got two cars, n***a, two cribs
Big body and a little Benz
Triplex on my own land
And I paid bills before a grown man (That's right)

Yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a n***a lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside n***a, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a n***a run, man (Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a d**k pic, uh
Got that b*t*h all on my d**k tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that b*t*h out, she indifferent, uh
Feel a n***a mind, see a n***a grind
f**kin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these n***as
Fightin' birds in the damn sky 'cause I'm damn fly–
Ayy, grind on my d**k like a Ripstik, uh
My body count is like 60, uh
Your b*t*h on me, she need CPR
I f**ked that b*t*h right on DVR

Bridge: Future & James]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f**k me in the car
Changes
Is you gon' do somethin'?
(What you want?)

Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)

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