Correction Paroles COVID-83 par 83HADES

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Glock in my hand and I know you got bands so I pull on yo mans, take his big loaf
I do what I want, man it's f*ck what the opps say, I'll shoot a whole clip at yo muhf*ckin' kinfolk
Bullets fly out of the chopper, it's airin' sh*t out, b*tch you can get chewed like a Grippo
I'm chargin' in home invasion and yes we got choppers so no I do not got to tiptoe
You workin' minimum wages, I gettin' paid daily but I guess that is how this sh*t goes
I'm finna wet him up, just like some Criscos
Shout out to Chief Keef, I'm smokin' Citgo
They wanna be me, tell all my info
He catch a shell in his noggin, I leave him in Limbo
Big 83 I pull up in a limo
Pull out the heat, you get lit like a Zippo
Cops wanna pass me, they yellin' out tenfold
like she can't let go
I'm sellin' pounds of the pack up on [?]
I got the bricks and I ain't talkin' Legos
Shorty impressed, she just looked at my bezels
I'm sellin rock, like no heavy metal
83 comin' in with the .38 special

In the past, I was feeling aggressive
If they talk, they get hit with my weapon
And I always ride 'round with the Tec in
And he always pray down on my blessings
If he loud, then I hear every second
And you know I came back with a lesson
Then I tell her, "just stay for protection"
Why these n*ggas would die for attention
I stay from that sh*t n*gga, it never could stop me
If he rap then he copy
He run to his mommy when we start poppin' right by the attic
I call up lil' Rocket, he hop in the back of the lab while we gettin' invaded
And my n*gga was faded
We both took a shot of the Henny then skrt like we racin'
I never regret all the bad sh*t I did 'cause that just made me who I am
And I do this for Sam in the back of van while I'm totin' that thang in my hand
And these n*ggas they ran
They know who I am
Them n*ggas, they should understand
Do not step on my land 'cause I got a plan
He hit anybody in advance
And I do this for me and my son
Lil n*gga, that's me and my mans
You can't step in my shoes
You can't handle anything that I just did in my past

Like no you cannot shake my hand
I'm commitin' with the bands
Bills in my hands, make her dance
Offer the xans and the trance
Shorty let me in the pants
Weapon is f*ckin' my stance
Yo life is all in my hands
I come in it with the cannon
No, they do not understand it
b*tches be plottin' and plannin'
Jewelry all on my body
You cannot comprehend it
I'm in her mouth like a dentist
Her face is wet when I finish
I eat the pus*y, delicious
Lately, life has gotten rigid
All of my pockets are richer
I make you see all my visions
You don't sh*t about winnin'
I got like multiple b*tches
I GOT LIKE INFINITE LIMITS!

Ha, I'm in here, I told him "send him down"
Walk him down like, "Who is winnin' now?"
I'm in the Audi, we spinnin' now
I'm the devil, you wouldn't know if you've been around

We not after you, we gon' shoot who you hang around
Chop finna take you out
Was in the whip when the bass blew out
See I got cash so they fakin' now
Slide on your shorty, I take her out
I bring the lasers out
Don't bring no tasers out
It's okay lil b*tch, we are talkin' bout that shoot-to-kill
I cannot speak about the things that I would do to him
No respect for all my f*ckin' brothers, I ain't one of them
She like [?] till she blue again
Feelin' like Michael Jordan got the motherf*ckin' flu again
so we had to f*ckin' screw 'em in
They just blindly hatin' while they motherf*ckin' screwed him in
I got all the money, Imma f*ck around and flex on a b*tch
And I got a feelings that boy pus*y but thats just a hitch
Finna rip the tongue out of his mouth if we hear you snitch
And I know you heard me in the back, better close your lips

We not after you, we gon' shoot who you hang around
Chop finna take you out
Was in the whip when the bass blew out
See I got cash so they fakin' now
Slide on your shorty, I take her out
I bring the lasers out
Don't bring no tasers out
It's okay lil b*tch, we are talkin' bout that shoot-to-kill
I cannot speak about the things that I would do to him
No respect for all my f*ckin' brothers, I ain't one of them
She like [?] till she blue again
Feelin' like Michael Jordan got the motherf*ckin' flu again
so we had to f*ckin' screw 'em in
They just blindly hatin' while they motherf*ckin' screwed him in
I got all the money, Imma f*ck around and flex on a b*tch
And I got a feeling that boy pus*y but thats just a hitch
Finna rip the tongue—

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