Correction Paroles Unappreciated (Remix) par Cash Kidd

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(Damazin Beats)
Ayy

Thuggin' on the block hard, huh
Gave your baby mama lockjaw, ayy
One b*t*h can't get my c*ck hard
Nah, they gotta come in twos like a Pop-Tart, ayy
Thought you loved me, that was my fault
Trust issues, got a lock on my heart
sh*t so cold, feel like I'm on South Park
Killers layin' on you, sneak up like a Mike's Hard, yeah
Gettin' chauffeured in a Wraith, used to be a cop car
I'm a BeBe kid turned rockstar
Runnin' to that bag, it don't matter how far
My b*t*h heels bleedin', she a five star
Stick on me, you can tell by my walk
I just made ten to sit down and not talk
How we come to this? Damn, you was my dawg
Should've seen it comin' like a groundhog

Ooh, I been drinkin' lately
'Cause I been fightin' demons, baby
I don't like how you treat me lately
I'm feelin' unappreciated
It's in your vibe, I can peep the changes
You givin' up? Thought you was bein' patient
You wanna leave, ain't gon' keep you waitin'
You gon' regret the day you leave me hangin'

b*t*h, you gettin' too comfortable
Just let me know if I'm a bugaboo
Damn, I guess it's time for somethin' new
You just open up another wound
f**k it, I'ma get a substitute
It ain't sh*t to get another you
Yeah, who the f**k I'm kidding? Ooh
These hoes ain't got sh*t on you
Good pu**y and her mouth smart, yeah
Got me sleepy like some Wockhardt, yeah
Got my name on her in fine art, yeah
We got a bond like we behind bars, ayy, ayy
Online shoppin', fillin' up my cart
Get anything you want, b*t*h, it's not my card
How we come to this? Damn, you was my dawg
Should've seen it comin' like a groundhog

Couldn't give a b*t*h nothin' 'cause she not my heart
Don't touch my cup, really love the Wockhardt
But I don't love you, b*t*h, where should I start?
Your house, your mouth, or the way you can't park? Huh
Damn near regret the day I met you, Chene Park
Louis shades stay dark, I don't do the Ray nothin'
I just let the chopper talk if a n***a say somethin'
Skuba Steve play dumb
If it's not about money, you won't get a sound from me
Got a lot of rounds on me, I flew in with pounds on me
Got some n***as down for me
Heard some b*t*hes doubted Sada, but I put that on my llama
Down to my last dollar, not a n***a, nan', nada want no problems with us
Main motherf**kin' reason we got choppers with us, huh
We'll knock a n***a out, get to brawlin' with us, huh
Sock a n***a in his mouth, get to fallin' with it, huh
Put that sh*t on God, stamp all them n***as, duh

Wanna leave? b*t*h, bye
b*t*h, bye, b*t*h, bye
b*t*h, bye, b*t*h, bye
And my new b*t*h bi, hey
b*t*h, bye, b*t*h, bye
Bye, b*t*h
Bye, b*t*h, bye, b*t*h, bye, b*t*h
b*t*h, bye, b*t*h

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