Correction Paroles Double C's par Hoodrich Pablo Juan

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Huh
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)

Louis V millionaire shades
Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
f*cked a lil' bitch from the blades
Roll up and pour up 'til I'm in a daze (Uh-huh)
Thirty round like I'm [?] shootin' Treys
Pull up and beat up the trap, it's a fade
I f*cked up the money soon as it got made (f*ck that shit up)
I f*ck from the back, ain't tryna see your face
I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch
Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
Smokin' exotic, I could ride a [?] (Exotic)
Came from poverty, they thought I weren't shit (Came outta pov)
Had to stay out, I was f*cked up in apartments (I was f*cked up)
Plug in Houston got me gettin' a [?]
Trappin' double, [?]

Gotta stay down, you niggas ain't no hustlers
Thot bitch, gotta f*ck her, can't cuff her (Bitch)
[?] wit' the gas and shuffle
Gettin' bags and a scale, necessities
I never tell, not even the recipes (Shh)
If you switched up, don't even stand next to me (p*ssy ass)
Find out he stole, get murdered, accessory (Kill 'em)
You a [?], talkin' 'bout [?] bless me
No job, go to work
I cut the dope like a verse (Cut it)
Throw a party on that p*ssy like smurf
Let me in the club wit' strap and Miss Butterworth
Slim thick, baby girl, that'll work (That'll work)
Ha, p*ssy ass nigas need skirts (p*ssy)
Yeah, I take the order like Clerks (What you want?)
I f*ck her off of the Percs (Yeah)
I found a plug, made it work
Heard you ran off, stupid ass nigga (Stupid ass nigga)
49's like I'm in San Francisco (Ha)
I'm in New York wit' a [?]
Two different Draco's, they identical
Jumped on a plane to L.A, I had three straps (Three straps)
Back like I'm CeeLo, I'm rollin' like [?]
I'on really do no talkin' like my phone tapped (I ain't talk)
[?] country nigga, gotta make a long cap (Country nigga)

Louis V millionaire shades
Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
f*cked a lil' bitch from the blades
Roll up and pour up 'til I'm in a daze (Uh-huh)
Thirty round like I'm [?] shootin' Treys
Pull up and beat up the trap, it's a fade
I f*cked up the money soon as it got made (f*ck that shit up)
I f*ck from the back, ain't tryna see your face
I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch
Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
Smokin' exotic, I could ride a [?] (Exotic)
Came from poverty, they thought I weren't shit (Came outta pov)
Had to stay out, I was f*cked up in apartments (I was f*cked up)
Plug in Houston got me gettin' a [?]
Trappin' double, [?]

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