Correction Paroles got it myself par Destroy Lonely

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How much you want? [?]
I'm f**kin' on bad b*t*hes, need another
And I'm always gon' ride for my dawgs, my brothers
Got a show in the H-Town, finna turn that b*t*h up
Backstage, she gon' back that sh*t up
Backends, need to give me my bucks
And back then, they was hatin' on us
So I had to change my ways, wasn't for them, but it was for me
I'm 'bouta go roll on this X, oh, and I think I had too much to drink
My side b*t*h mad at me, 'cause I left the lil' b*t*h at the studio
I'm smokin' on O's like cheerios I'm pickin' my bros, not silly hoes

Home alone and he came straight from Clayco, ATL
[?], that's two of his case closed
I'm 'bout to let off a whole lotta shells
And my brodie just told me my eyes red
Too damn high, I guess you could tell
They know my name, they don't know what I sell
And I'm gettin' money more then I get mail
And if I get locked up, I'm payin' my own damn bail
B*t*h, I do it myself
B*t*h, I do it myself
Ain't no f**k n***a help me, b*t*h, I did it myself
And you see all these god damn racks, b*t*h, I got it myself
B*t*h, I got it myself
B*t*h, I got it myself
Yeah, yeah
I got it myself, yeah
B*t*h, all I got is myself
Yeah, I'm rollin' on gas
Yeah, yeah, and I'm crackin' the seal
Yeah, I got this ho' outside, she know I'm a pimp and player
Yeah, I'm with this b*t*h and I'm turning her on, make her a pimp and a player
Yeah, yeah, you know I'm the boss, yeah, you know that I'm flossin, yeah, you get what I'm saying
Yeah, yeah, I'm pullin' I'm pullin' it up, I pull up, you know I ain't playin'
Yeah, I put that ho' on that X and that molly, hell nah, I ain't doin' no xans
Yeah, I'm off that codeine, and I get out my body, lil' b*t*h, and I can't feel my legs, yeah
I done flooded my neck up with baguettes, baby, I'm too damn wet
I done stuffed my lil' pockets up with them [?], baby, I can't pull up my pants
Yeah, all of my shooters, yeah, in the booty club, and we throwing them racks
Yeah, can't move with no fye, if a n***a try this sh*t, then we shooting, oh yeah
Yeah, I'm outside, I'm with my guys, baby, yeah, I [?]
Yeah, baby, I move by the check, yeah, baby, I move that strip
Yeah, shawty tryna come get stretched, don't got money, she f**k on the next man
Yeah, she know I'm too damn wavy, I got her lil' geeked up, off a X pill
Yeah, and I did this sh*t by myself, I did this sh*t by my muhf**kin' self
Yeah, and I did this sh*t by myself, I did this sh*t by my muhf**kin' self

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