Correction Paroles Mind Of A Maniac par BlueBucksClan

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Big 42s, you can't step with me (You can't step with me)
In the chair for an hour, yeah, he wettin' it (Yeah, he wettin')
You'll never f**k the hoes that be lettin' me (Yeah, never)
Why these broke-a** n***as tryna lecture me? (Broke-a** n***as)
I'm that n***a all the bad b*t*hes pestering (I'm that n***a)
Shooting thousands in the kitchen, yeah, who bettin' me? (Yeah, who bettin'? Baby E made this beat)
I would hate to tell my n***as that you threatened me (Hate to tell my n***as)
Clan got this sh*t locked, ain't no questioning (Ain't no questioning)
B*t*hes ain't tryna top, why we messaging? (F**k is we messaging?)
Stuff a 'Wood, put a lot, I smoke excellent (Put a lot)
Big foreign hoggin' up the f**kin' intersection (Yeah)
Big racks on me, tennis lesson (Tennis lesson)
This b*t*h so bad, yeah, she interesting (Yeah, she interesting)
Why you f**kin' with that lame? That's the biggest question (That lame)
Every time we in the club, we got the biggest section (BucksClan)

Walkin' in the club, bringin' blowers through the exit (Through the exit)
I like b*t*hes with some a**, can't be anorexic (Can't do it)
Three phones full of b*t*hes, this sh*t gettin' hectic (Sh*t gettin' hectic)
Yeah, they love me in my city, I'm a living legend (Lil' n***a)
I like hittin' all the b*t*hes that I couldn't get (On my mama)
It's a couple great toppers that I really miss (On God)
In a Prada bucket hat like I'm Money Mitch (Money Mitch)
Starin' at her while she catch it, yeah, I'm finna p*ss (Finna p*ss)
On the yacht with my pole like I'm finna fish (Finna fish)
Leavin' n***as at the dock, I said only b*t*hes (Only b*t*hes)
Throw that b*t*h in race mode, we ain't hittin' switches (Hell naw)
Time to buy some more bags, all my b*t*hes trippin' (Trippin')
Thick b*t*hes in the pool, but they skinny dippin' (Skinny dippin')
V12 in this foreign, I got plenty engine
Two thousand dollar shoes, could've bought a lemon (N***a)
I had b*t*hes over every time I got suspended (On my mama)
N***as hurt about these hoes, yeah, so what? (N***as hurt)
Yeah, I heard I'm the reason why y'all broke up (I'm the reason)
Late night, your b*t*h text me sayin' smoke up (Smoke up)
Took me one take to hit her, wait, hold up (Wait, hold up)
Pu**y wasn't all that fire, got my hopes up (Got my hopes up)
This shirt on my back cost a thousand Pro Clubs (Six hundred)
Gave my b*t*h a thousand, here, get your toes done (Yeah)

My b*t*h want a shopping spree, finna go to Saks (Finna go)
Big-headed, ballin' on these n***as, feel like Jarrett Jack (Jarrett Jack)
Told her we gon' probably end up f**kin' if we interact (Yes, we is)
Told her she could bring another friend and she was into that (Is you into that?)
She like she just want her one-on-one like she Kyla Pratt (One-on-one)
DJ with me breakin' 'Woods down like a lumberjack (Lumberjack)
Spent a couple thousand on this 'fit, where the cameras at? (Bring 'em out)
Can't believe she met me, this b*t*h almost had a heart attack
Head super dope, she got the mind of a maniac (She ain't got no mind)

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