Correction Paroles GTA Intro Freestyle par Flight

Featuring(s) : Sada Baby

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[Verse 1: Flight]
Too much money in his pockets, I just broke the scale
He asking about his bitch, but I don't kiss and tell
It don't cost a dollar just for you to fucking keep it real
She ain't go to college but her head said she went to Yale
What you bringing to the table other then the bare minimum?
Shorty come [?] baggage, I'm talking about ten of them
Ja Morant, it's me how I'm balling just in general
Main account inside [?] looking identicals
Walking out the jeweler like Serena with this tennis chain
Diamonds busting out the meter, this is not a game
50k bust down, this is not the same
Real VVS' dancing keep you entertained
Balling like New Orleans, but this bitch ain't the same
I'm competing with the bank, [?] another range
My neck like a yacht, [?] finna walk the plank
I'm competing with the bank on another range
Check the stats, I'm up bitch 99 overall
Designer stores calling tryna sign me, I'ma ball
Wake up make money, no employee, I'm the boss
I just turn my safe into a bank inside my walls
A couple cribs, a couple cars like it's four of me
What's so hard? You think that I don't go to sleep
Just to keep the spots, you treat [?] sneaky link
And told my sneaky link look at the double tree
I'm on my shit, please, you ain't doing it right
Three wives, Mexican, Asian and the other one white
2 tone AP, one rolls and the other one white
I'm in the field [?] like my name was Ray Rice, uh
Never been a benchwarmer, I could never see some flaw shit then that [?]
I pop my shit like some grease on the stove, I can't be humbled
Like a box match up, beat it up girl let's rumble
Yeah, aye

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I had to go and grab my water, huh
I been dealing with too much shit, that's [?], huh, huh
Bitch can't shake no ass till your butt bars
You know I uppercut the nigga, make his forehead touch Mars
Chopper spit the numbers like I cut cars
You know I, huh, play around with your hundreds but don't touch us
You know I, huh, play round with your money but don't touch [mine?]
Hit your momma from the front and make her butt shine
And told them hoes it's going down like upside
Heh-heh, [?] trapping cut the lunch line
Uh-huh, whip clip whole brick, I do my one-two
Huh, the sweetness on the way when AP we was up too
Huh, first thing I like to say the opps is "Fuck you"
I won't hesitate to teach you niggas like a substitute
Beat it, spent a nigga block, hop out in monkey suit
Know I shoot [?] in this top, I gotta punch a juice, give a ha

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