Correction Paroles 70K par Gunna

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(Taurus)
(Run that back, Turbo)

I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these f**k n***as mad
Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash
Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag
When you livin' life this good just know your b*t*h always gon' be bad

Yo, what’s up? Okay cool, I’m in the studio, rappin’

Took off on my work and this sh*t didn’t come from no luck
I done got these racks, these b*t*hes won’t stop blowin' my phone up
Finessin' the rap, now the whole world think I done kicked the cup
Yo' b*t*h hid in my lap, deep throat this d**k when I take a puff
No cap in my rap, we was playin' with sticks when we was comin' up
I seen my partner, he ain’t shed a tear, know he’s tough as f**k
I take your hoe to [?] spot, she gon' let me f**k
It’s just somethin' in her blood, she feelin' herself when I catch a nut
I been flyin' these pretty fine b*t*hes in, they still sl*ts
Like three, four days ago this b*t*h told me put it in her b***
Feel like I’m performin' surgery 'cause I’m in and out her gut
My n***as been on a splurgin' spree, got cheese like Pizza Hut
A [?] emergency, I speed when I’m in a Porsche
Disrespectin' one in the circle, we gon' kill 'em with no remorse
I’m speaking it with a purpose, yeah, these people wan' hear my voice
That Double R gon' stand for really rich when I’m in they Royce

Yo, yeah, yeah, huh? I’m in the studio, want me to send you the address?
Yeah, I’ma finna tell 'em “Open the gate”
Pop it when you can, but n***a, I pop it whenever I want
Yo' b*t*h hop on the [?], my b*t*hes shop and get what they want
I do this sh*t without tryin', f**k 'round and come up with a whole song
My career done got b*t*h, f**k ‘round got [?], bought me two new phones
Doin' this sh*t for [?], I’m pullin' out racks when you comin' home
I’m hittin' yo' hoe from the back, she say she in love with my new cologne
Fear Of God on my a** sittin' on top of [?]
Callin' these shots from the top, these people treat me like Al-Capone
Since you speakin' a bag, Gunna Gunna bad to the bone
Drip, I let it drag, I’m fashionably known
Thought she had lil' cla** 'till I brought her to my home
She ain’t waste no time, she got right down, kept her heels on
Left her with a couple hundred, no I don’t feel played (Uh)
F**ked her like a dog, but I ain’t know she was still engaged
I don’t abide by the law, n***as know I’m a renegade (Uh)
F**k 'round spend it all 'cause I know I can generate

Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag
When you livin' life this good just know your b*t*h always gon' be bad

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