Correction Paroles Cheers B!tch par BabyTron

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Little n***a but my pockets
Yeah, okay
(313 Mafia)

Little n***a but my pockets big bone
When I'm done f**king, one and done. she get sent home
Drop a opp in the pop, get him sipped on
I'm a Sh*ttyBoy, you know I gotta put that sh*t on
Catch me outta town in a fast whip
With a couple racks on me and a bad b*t*h
N***as really broke but they act rich
You can't get to that point if you don't stack sh*t

Deep in yo b*t*h guts
I got pluses on my a**, Ksubis ripped up
Double G's on my hoodie, Gucci zipped up
SBDSM, b*t*h, we on some movie sh*t, huh
Closet full of geese and they all came from Canada
Fifth round with yo b*t*h, boy, she got some stamina
Gotta know you not sh*tting if you not a fan of us
Dog sh*t make the denim sag when I'm standing up

F**k around, put a dub on his top (Brr)
You can't sip, this is drugs in my pop (Damn)
You be acting like the plug but you not
See an opp, ARP make him run up the block
See an opp, hop out, throw him in the trunk
Bro caught a headshot, throw him in the blunt (Brr)
Sh*tty got some military aim
Little brodie like a Tide stick, hitting every stain
Only zaza when I'm hitting Mary Jane (Phew)
B*t*h tryna get me on my Ethika's
N***as fake as hell like some replicas
We gon' win, I hope yo a** bet on us
You bleed just like me, I'ma be scared for what?

Huh, what the f**k should I be scared for?
I ain't ducking sh*t, I'm in the field like a scarecrow
Hit it once and toss her to the gang, b*t*h, I share hoes
See me with some pape', you know it's mine, I don't share Pros

I'm with pure Pits, you a pure b*t*h
This a quarter ticket whip so I steer lit
I don't know where you at but it's nowhere near this
Me and bro got double cups like, "Cheers, b*t*h"
I ain't finna chill, I'm finna slide
B*t*h head so good, I'm finna cry
Take the Striker, slide around and then I gotta switch the ride
Put a b*t*h in the blender, leave her at the finish line
Damn near live in Somerset
Fifty thousand on the drip, I bet I live this summer wet
It's a dirty game, call one and catch another TEC

Bro'll up his pipe and wet you, how he ain't a plumber yet? (Okay, alright)
Think I'm Roger Federer
Keep some racks on me, unky say he got some better work
Thinking 'bout my cheese? Aim up top and get his cheddar burnt
What you make a month at Mickey D's is what my sweater worth
You know we forever turnt
Choppa sing like autotune, it's my Lil Durk
I just touched down in Philly, feel like Jalen Hurts
Catch' em on the wrong side and leave 'em in the dirt
Took her out to dinner so you know she ate me like dessert
I get to preaching like a pastor
Life just like a book, he only had a couple chapters

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