Correction Paroles It's Something In Me par G Herbo

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[Intro]
(It's something in me)
Let's get it
(It's something in me)
Let us get that
(C-Sick)
We with that
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rappin', this real rap
Uh

[Verse 1]
I could've been had features, I wan' with that
I was in the streets, tryna get my get back (Fuck nigga)
Niggas sittin' on benches now, but I had played the bleachers
Niggas tried to flex for hoes, but I had had them sneakers (Been had them)
I was in the trenches with my glick, with a stick (Big thirty)
Same bitches act like I wan' shit, suck my dick (Bitch)
All the lit bitches come around, now I'm rich
But I don't give a fuck 'bout shit now I'm rich (Rich as shit)
Gotta watch out for my homies, now I feel likе Mitch
I don't conversate with niggas, they might feel likе snitchin'
I be on to all you niggas, guess I feel like Ace, 'cept for niggas gon' get shot right in they face (Baow)
I like starin' at my place, I'm out of place
Catch me crusin' in the Lamb' or I'm outer space (Rolls)
Niggas been hoes, he tryna get chose
Niggas been hoes, they just ain't been exposed
Ain't in nigga's business, don't be sniffin' with my nose (Nah)
Don't like nigga's energy, I'm chillin' with my bros (Gang)
I live in LA, but don't playin' with my nose
Think I still live in Chiraq 'cause I be stayin' with my pole (I got that)

[Chorus]
I'ma blow that, fasho that (Fasho)
I know how to tuck a thirty, don't show that (Don't show it)
Rich as fuck but I'm still Herbie, you know that (You know that)
I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Still quick to do a nigga dirty, you know that
Sitcks and stones probably break my bones, but ain't never let a word, you know that
Quick to hop up in that foreign, Swerv', you know that
I got cake, my brother got some cake, so we merge
Folks in that straight take off on the Jakes, so we heard (Skrtt)
Ain't leave a trace, snub thirty-eight, so we heard (So we heard)
A lot of you niggas born in the trenches, but be nerds (What?)
I got some killers that'll kill the killers from the 'burbs (From the 'burbs)
So don't judge books
We got thugs shook
That's my cous' look (Look at 'em)
Got you niggas shook still, blow that fire, know how that feel
Niggas die, know how that feel (Know how that feel), but don't look at me get killed (Pussy)
Real niggas with that's gon' kill for me, I don't got to kill
I got more M's than yo' deal worth, don't got a deal ('Fore I had a deal)
Anytime I sign a deal they don't own none (Shit)
And I be clutchin' on that steel feel like you on to somethin'

[Chorus]
But, I'ma blow that, fasho that
I know how to tuck a thirty, don't show that
Rich as fuck but I'm still Herbie, you know that
I got children, turned to a gremlin, no Kodak

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