Correction Paroles Punk Rock b*tch par Drakeo the Ruler

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First off, b*t*h, know who you be talking to
Glitter balls on my neck when I'm walking through
If he reach, everywhere gon' be sloppy joe
I was taught drop somethin' when I stop and go
Made this hip-hop, try to go against the rock and roll
It's a party everywhere, gon' be dominoes
All you gotta say is "money" and I'm popping up
Blood all under my shoes this a slaughterhouse
Gang in this b*t*h, that's a group of three or more people
Thang in this b*t*h, I don't even know these four people
Ten chains and a potty mouth, it's some sh*t on me
Sliding in a Maybach where I knocked down yo' big homie, sh*t
This a ghetto laugh
And please stop calling for the b*t*h, I'ma give her back
Modified the Glizzy at the bottom, there's some sh*t attached
This how you talk sh*t to 'em right here
This when sh*t get diabolical
Where was Black Lives Matter when my trial was goin'?
All I ever wanted was the truth
You gon' find 10 pints and a .40 in the booth
This just my lifestyle
n***a, how I'm supposed to act with all this ice on
When b*t*hes put on black jackets with the spikes on it?
sh*t, n***a

Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h (b*t*h)
Punk rock b*t*h, watch me flood my wrist
Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h
Punk rock b*t*h, watch me flood my wrist

Was you there when SWAT team came tactical?
Sticks in the car and the mattress, too
Don't run up on Drakeo, he's a active dude
Hop out the Bentley in the valley just blasting fools
n***a, this is my story, you had your chance
All you need to worry about is back up dancing
I shot the .40 so long the plastic melted
When hammer time come, b*t*h, I'ma crack your melon
Everything you heard about me is exclusive
Ten bricks in the car, I'm the juice man
The feds come, I'ma go out like Juice WRLD
Better listen when I talk, it's true story

Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h (b*t*h)
Punk rock b*t*h, watch me flood my wrist
Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h (Punk-ass b*t*h)
Punk rock b*t*h, watch me flood my wrist (Punk-ass b*t*h)

Just shot a b*t*h up in the foot, I'm the new Tory
That's what she get talkin' 'bout she don't do orgies
Titties everywhere, b*t*h, we in New Orleans
Food for thought, someone throw you a food party
Banana clips finna crack a n***a melon
Don't give a f**k who you call, they can't help you
This for Deebo, Brad, and Brock Lesnar
I'ma feed 'em red hot chili peppers
I might be wrong, but nobody can help you
"Can you get up on my song?" n***a, never
I might be wrong but nobody can help you
"Can you get up on my song?" n***a, never

Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h
Punk rock b*t*h, watch me flood my wrist (Punk-ass b*t*h)
Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h
Punk rock b*t*h, watch me flood my wrist

Punk rock b*t*h, you's a punk rock b*t*h
Lil' punk rock b*t*h
Don't f**k with no faggot b*t*hes, no square b*t*hes
We don't do that, n***a
These n***as be actin' like punk rock b*t*hes, too

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