Correction Paroles Thought He Was (Remix) par Capo (GBE)

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He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was

I'm Blood Money from front street and I run sh*t (I run sh*t)
Got a .50 Cal, I'll dump sh*t and I'll pump sh*t (I'll pump sh*t)
Got a dope line and a coke line and they dumb rich (Got dumb trips)
Got young n***as, they dread heads and they dumb rich (They dumb rich)
Got a bad b*t*h she from outta town, she dumb thick (Dumb thick)
And I f**k with her 'cause she don't hit my line with that dumb sh*t (Don't f**k with sh*t)
And when I call her she'll hit the block, she dump sh*t (Dump sh*t)
She bring the bread, she come back and then count it right (Then count it right)
She know the type, I don't f**k around with that appetite (That appetite)
Got a bad b*t*h with long hair, she from Agatite (She from up North)
I love that 'cause she f**k me up and she suck it right (Suck it right)
Like Fat Gleesh, I f**k that and then I cuff that (I cuff that)
These n***as mad 'cause I'm success and they suspect (They suspect)
I'm a ride down with that cannon out and I'ma rush that (I'ma rush that)
My sh*t showing, got a white T, don't tuck that (No tuckin' that, nah)
b*t*h, who the f**k want war, ride down (Come ride down)
I'm on Front Street with them cannons out and I'll spaz out (With my guys now)
You kill mine, I'ma kill yours, I spaz out (Spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and I'ma spaz out (I'ma spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and let them guys out (Brra, brra)
They gon hit the block with them .40 Cal, we gon' fry it out (We done shot his house)
We potato n***as, y'all b*t*h n***as, y'all fries out (Y'all small fires)
Better watch out b*t*h, I'ma das- dash out (Dash out)
Got twenty thou' in my pocket finna spend that on a outfit (That on a outfit)
I'm dumb rich, got a gun with two hundred shots in it (Hundred shots in it)
Got a Audi truck and a beamer truck, n***a, no it's not rented (No it's not rented)
Pair of Robin jeans with them rubies on them with a lot of knots in 'em (Lot of knots in 'em)
Got two phantoms, two mansions, lot of thots in 'em (Lot of thots in 'em)
Got trap spots with big guap, but no I'm not in 'em (No I'm not in 'em)
These hoes looking for a baby, n***a, I don't let a drop hit 'em (Let a drop hit 'em)
Who the f**k want war, Blood Money got a lot of shots with him (Lot of shots with him)
And a lot of guns with him (Lot of guns with him)
Kill a lot of opps with it (Lot of opps dead)

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