Correction Paroles We Don’t Fuck Wit U par Damjonboi

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Good lookin', Dnell
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, Triggy
Good lookin', Dnell
BSB

Hmm, what I'm supposed to do?
N***as turned they back on they family, what if it was you?
Got my redbone rollin' Bookie, we don't f**k with glue
You be cappin' in all your songs, we don't f**k with you
Got some bad b*t*hes on my line, I'm 'bout to cut a few
I been in every hood, they like, "Jonboi, we f**k with you"
Your b*t*h text me, "I been tryna keep in touch with you"
She gon' come and f**k me then go to lunch with you
These b*t*hes savages but I'm a savage too
Get up off your a** and get some paper, that's what you better do
We ain't talkin' money, I can't fit it in my schedule
My brother got a few bad b*t*hes gettin' ready too
I ain't had no Hi-Tech in a few months
We been takin' shots and they out rollin' big blunts
Zone Life, b*t*h, we got all red cups
My main b*t*h hate my guts, she really fed up

Leave a b*t*h, leave out with her friend, that's what I'ma do
Told you that I loved you when I f**ked you, but I lied to you
Brody dropped a four and then he put it on Ashantis too
Now he got a buzz and a b*t*h look like Ashanti too
My brother dropped a chain bust all the way down
Found my first AK round at the playground
Got me a chopper and n***as really don't wanna play now
SB gang, you gon' get down and lay down
Zone Life boys, n***a, we'll let the apes out
N***as actin' like Trey Trey didn't put the drank down
I lay in n***as' bushes, n***a, we can have a stakeout
Fettie blew another ten bands, so bring a rake out
The game ain't the same no more, n***as changing over dough
Everybody chasing clout, tell me, what is that about?
Booked the triple in the city, we ain't gotta send 'em South
Plug told me chill, I ain't gotta worry about a drought
N***as know if it's up, then it's stick with you
And if they ridin' while we slidin', tell 'em duck with you
You a motherf**kin' lame, boy, we don't f**k with you
Choppers hit him up, I don't think he got enough tissue
Slidin' down the mall gettin' high as f**k
Thirty-five hundred for the 'fit, today I'm Prada-d up
Me and Jonboi made it out the mud, sh*t, be proud of us
Trey Trey get you snatched out the streets, they'll tie you up

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