Correction Paroles Variation par Big Zuu & D Double E

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[Verse 1: Big Zuu]
Uh, givin' the spiel, givin' the lowdown
Can't lie, keepin' it real, I can't slow down
Grew up on Nas, it weren't "Old Town"
I'm the BFG, it ain't Roald Dahl (Truss)
I got the hash, bro's got the So-Cal (Woo)
Know it's only Ws like Joe Cal' (Win, win)
Barge man down and it's no foul
'Cause I came from the gutter like I bowled out (Woo)
I been me, I never sold out (Nah)
But I could tell you 'bout the shows that I sold out
I made a lane, I have my own route
Good girls wanna settle down and the hoes shout (Hoes, hoes)
I ain't tryna throw clout (Truss)
Cah man got a whole sound
See the talent from young like a pro scout
Put in the work but I feel like I'm on the most now, uh

[Chorus: Big Zuu]
Givе 'em a variation
B, I know I'm a bare creation
Madе my way, we get the pacing
Got a one yard, I might let the babes in
Back's nice, the neck's amazing
But it feels better when I got cheques I'm raising
On fire, I get to blazing
Get high, work hard, the rest awaiting
Give my best, there's no debating
On the level, man, I never been close to basic
Came from the that and I rose to greatness
When I did it with my dargs, they know the faces
Black Lives Matter, expose the racists
They don't wanna see the people from ends go make it
Opportunity in the charts, can't waste it
Man, I did it on my own, I don't copy and paste shit

[Verse 2: D Double E]
Oh my God, Bidi-bop-bop
I got the game on lock, cuz (Lock)
Trust from young I've been hot, cuz (Pepper)
Bumble bee I stay with the buzz
Never sold out, not me, cuz (Not me)
I don't know 'bout them type of ting there (Nah)
Them CDs woulda got fling 'way (Fling)
Man know me no like them ting there (Ooh, ooh)
Bidi-bop-bop
Straight from the gutter, boy (Gutter)
Getting that bread and butter, boy (Butter)
Talk up, there's no time to stutter, boy (What you saying?)
Some of them'll call man lover boy
He's not the plug, he's the other boy
Don't worry 'bout him, he's a saveloy (Dickhead)
Trust me, he knows I'm a badder boy (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Big Zuu]
Give 'em a variation
B, I know I'm a bare creation
Made my way, we get the pacing
Got a one yard, I might let the babes in
Back's nice, the neck's amazing
But it feels better when I got cheques I'm raising
On fire, I get to blazing
Get high, work hard, the rest awaiting
Give my best, there's no debating
On the level, man, I never been close to basic
Came from the that and I rose to greatness
When I did it with my dargs, they know the faces
Black Lives Matter, expose the racists
They don't wanna see the people from ends go make it
Opportunity in the charts, can't waste it
Man, I did it on my own, I don't copy and paste shit

[Verse 3: Big Zuu]
On a wave they can't undo (Nah)
Took back the game, I came, they see me run through (Truss)
That yute's now grown , so I do what I must do
Did it on my own, who can say that they buss Zuu? (Who?)
It's been grime from way back
I took Ls, but now I don't see the wins stop
So I'm like Rick Ross in a Maybach (Skrrt)
I'm a young GOAT, I can say that
But you can't jerk my style (Nah, nah)
Check the profile, put in work for a while
Where I'm from, see, it's bittersweet
But we still smile through the pain
Now I'm tryna get the money in a pile (Ching-ching)
Make a sweet one turn vile
Them man act like they're wild
Deep down, man, I know they snitch on trial
It's only MP3s where my name's on a file, uh

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