Correction Paroles Miss You par Daddex

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Woah, yeah, oh
(OFASHO, are you kidding me?)

We went from rags to riches, ayy
I want the baddest bitches, ayy
So people gon' hate, they don't get it
But I'ma remain 'bout my business
Wake up everyday, think 'bout Cosey, I miss him
Swear I'ma put on for this city, ayy
Gotta look up to the sky every night and thank God for the time I was given, ayy
We went from rags to riches, ayy
I want the baddest bitches, ayy
So people gon' hate, they don't get it
But I'ma remain 'bout my business
Wake up everyday, think 'bout Cosey, I miss him
Swear I'ma put on for this city, ayy
Gotta look up to the sky every night and thank God for the time I was given, ayy

I just got in my bag
She don't wanna fuck, I pass
Take 42, don't last long
Bitch, don't make me mad
Makes you wanna throw some cash
Someones got my [?]
Had to go get my bands up
Wockhardt, I can't stand up
I had to run it up fast, lil' bitch
We shop out the states out my bag and stick
My money greener than cabbage get
Baby, slow down and step back a bit
I did this shit with my bros
Now it is double G, cover my clothes
Ain't on my back, you got left on the road
Where was you when I was stuck in the cold?
I got the heat like the flame on the stove
Ice on my teeth and my teeth is on gold
I know some other shit nobody knows
And it's gon' die with me, I never told
Tony Montana, the [?] it float
I'm on dry land but got wet on the boat
I got some percocets under my coat
She wanna fuck, but I'd rather blow dope

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