Correction Paroles Child’s Play par 21 Savage

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Yeah
f**k my dead opps, and all they homies that's livin'
I want y'all n***as to know that
That's how I'm feelin'
On God (COUPE)
f**k a dead opp, yeah
In due time, in due time, in due time

I'm like Chucky, n***a, I do my thing
I creep up on a n***a, pow, bang
Send them lil' evil motherf**kers
They got the mask on, they gon' Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a n***a slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin' make a n***a slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, n***a, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, n***a, I'm in the 6
Lookin' for me, n***a, I'm in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin' out, this sh*t is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout sh*t, I'm c*cky (c*cky, pu**y)

Spin somethin', drill somethin'
Fifty thousand make 'em kill somethin' (Woo), shake somethin'
Take a chain, n***a, make somethin'
Killer gang, n***a, all my killers, they don't want fame
No hashtag, they don't do names
They just hashtag when they bust a brain
And I'm bustin' this money, n***a, that's on gang (Yeah)
f**ked up, gave the wrong n***a change
Hell yeah, man, I spend pocket change
Have 'em kill her for the money my thing
I spend the blue and you see the Blue Flame
Ever seen a bullet bust out his brain?
Tall killer, man, he just like Michael Myers
Walk up on a n***a, take off his chain

Big 4L, pu**y
Spray the block down, turn the car 'round
When we come around, shells on the ground
Strip a n***a, now his pants on the ground
Wrong move leave your mans on the ground (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Paranoid, I be clutchin' when I'm 'round
f**k around and leave my fan on the ground
Blick the spot, switch the box
Double back and hit his pops (21, 21, 21)
Big 4L, f**k the opps
We put switches on our Glocks (21)
Gen5, one in the top
Give him the leg-shot, he gon' hop
Most of these n***as be fake crazy (pu**y)
I don't say sh*t like new baby (pu**y)
Blow a n***a d**k like a flute, baby (pu**y)
When I get bored, I buy me a coupe
Stand on a n***a, got blood on my boot (sh*t got bloody, f**k)
Steppin' on n***as for fun
All of my choppers, they come with a drum
Whenever the opps see us, they run
Who want smoke? 'Cause we got tons (pu**y)

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