Corrección Letra The Army, The Navy par Van Buren Records

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Bro, so if I tell you to get your **** together right now
The answer gon' be on wax
So I'ma tell you, Louie, tighten the **** up
And it's on wax
Louie, it stopped recording
Louie, record your **** hit record
Louie, ain't no regular mark
(The army, the navy)

I feel like n***as is hating on me
But I don't give a f**k, I'm just doing my thing
I done ran up twenty bands in a week
And I spent it on liquor and various things
My uncle and auntie, they worried about me
They don't know if music is good for my brain
I entered the void and I'm fully engaged
The women and children, they need to be saved
But don't look at me 'cause I don't gotta cape
My b*t*h want some d**k, but it's one of them days
I hit up Sahmeer and he quoting the book
And he saying not everything good as it looks
I'm feeding my ego, my head getting full
Van Buren the army, the navy we do what we want
If it's corny, we make it look cool
I'm pulling my youngin aside
And I told him that money over b*t*hes the number one rule
But if you show love
Remember you gotta be careful about who you give that sh*t to
And don't let it stop you from feeling whatever you're feeling
As long as the feeling is true
But keep it in mind that these b*t*hes gon' chose
These n***as gon' use you and then they confuse you and then they gon' use you again
You gotta be weary about who you calling your brother
We sticking together, look out for each other
I'm givin' you dap 'cause I see you my n***a
You chasing your dream, I believe you, my n***a
I'm making this sh*t look too easy, my n***a
I'm juggling wins when I sleep, lil' n***a
Don't f**k with the crowd, I ain't pleasing these n***as
Your back on the wall, n***as don't need a reason, on God
The army, the navy
The army, the navy
The army, the navy
The army, the navy

Vamanos, get back to basics
Round the troops, no conversation
I insist we grab a biscuit
Fry them pigs, turn them turn to bacon
Learned some lessons 'round the way
Not how you say, it's presentation
B*t*hes kill for Felix navy
Made a business off a language
You could say we innovate this
Trendy sh*t just entertainment
Drapin' in some HBA
I'm Bathing Ape on rare occasion
Yesterday was fuschia pink
Today, I'm feelin' cooler gray
Did this sh*t straight off of anger
N***as say I couldn't make it
Smile for the pictures, boo
Lookin'— phew, I feel amazing
Nah, I ain't self righteous
Not like Meech or Luke, got vices, baby
Twenty-years-old in fashion pages
Twenty-two, was in The Fader
Couple L's, some bad decisions later and VB been your favorite
B*t*hes spraining ankles just to kick it, what a mess you making
Add the breesh and multiply the business, never liked division
Black on black on black on black with fitteds, 12 say we suspicious
Never half and half on the commitment, can't forget the mission
The army, the navy
The army, the navy
The army, the navy
Army, the navy, let's get it, b*t*h, I'm ragin', let's go

Army, the navy, Marines or the Air Force
All of my b*t*hes got Air Forces paid for
Feel like Lil Baby, a boss, I got say-so
Sippin' that sh*t make my cup look like Karo
We used to split the fried rice with the egg roll
Now it's gourmet 'cause I'm poppin' like Crisco
World-cla** lawyers that's all on my payroll
So we gon' pop the champagne when the case closed
F**k with your swag 'cause that sh*t came from me
Lenci my coat and Givenchy my tee
Leading my people like, "Please follow me"
I keep a baseball bat under the seat
D**k in her mouth, it's gon' stuff up her checks
Choppa got kick, but it ain't got no feet
I got a mission I gotta complete
You want a feature, I'm charging a fee
Charging a fee, I got people to feed
Out in Haiti, they really depending on me
I ain't even been to church in a minute
But you know I still got that pendant on me
I be up high in the clouds, but ten toes down
Whenever I needed to be
You ain't gon' like that sound when I come around
I'm stepping on sh*t like a G
F**k all that sh*t, we could do it for real, lil' n***a
Like how you wan' do it? I'm with it
Come 'round my circle, you talkin' that cap
I'ma put me like fifty-nine shots in your fitted
We was just tryna keep that sh*t peaceful
I ain't even wan' have to handle the business
I got my pitbull riding pa**enger
Told him to fetch and I pa** him the biscuit (Gone)
The army, the navy
The army, the navy
The army, the navy

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