Correction Paroles Body Auction par Gunna

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(-Makers)
Yea, yeah, spider, yeah
(Run that back Turbo)
Yeah, water, yeah
Yesirskii let's play, let's work yesirskii
More sprite, speed worker yesirskii

Ain't tryna chat bout the murder
F**k all you rats it's a murder
Factory frats just swing from the back while I swerve
F**k is you worryin' 'bout the murders? (Yesirskii)
F**k is you worryin' 'bout these hoes?
And worried 'bout how a young n***a ran out and splurged? (Yesirskii)
F**k how a young n***a came from the curb
Walked in the spot just to finger this girl (Yesirskii)
I put the b*t*h in baguettes (Yesirskii)
I spent some bread for a [?] (Yesirskii)
I put baguettes on her legs (Yesirskii)
I bought a chain and necklace (Yesirskii)
I bought an anklet and necklace (Yesirskii)
Get sum' arranged is you messy, kickin it Brodie Lee (Woah)
I just went tycoon, White Porsche 911 for the white folks (Woah)
I just went sight seeing with some bad yella sh*t we on good dope (Woah)
You want a problem with a n***a that's around me you gon' get big smoked
And my wrist froze, my b*t*h froze
The rest dump the body, he gets disposed (Woah, woah)
Might call my brother he 10 fold (Woah, yesirskii)
Ain't gotta tell nobody my wrist froze now
How much my b*t*hes cost?
How much my neck cost? My wrist froze now (Yesirskii)
I don't get p*ssed off
And I don't kiss broads and I don't talk to laws now (Yesirskii)
Ain't tryna chat bout the murder
Kill all the rats it's a murder
Factory watch my wrist while I tote it, it's swerving
F**k is you worried 'bout a murder? Cleaning detergent
Tie that boy up like a girdle, I'm at his neck like a turtle
I don't think he knew I would hurt him
I don't think he knew I—, nah
I don't think he knew I would dig dirt 'em
It's one n***a tucking your kids (It's one)
It's blood in the shed, I want some revenge (Yeah)
And I promise I try not to sin
My partners made promise to pop at your wig
Rockstar I popped out my lens
Created, they hated, I did it again
Got mine, I got rich, but I'm still in the trenches ya dig? (Ya' dig)
Hop in the back and hop out in your feelings lil' b*t*h
I keep it silent with all of my day ones I'm real as it gets, yeah-yeah
Handle my business the day I catch up with my VIP
I drop hit after hit, hits after hits

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