Correction Paroles hey par Izaya Tiji

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I just got a bankroll
In the trenches, where you can't go
N***a, who you frontin' on? (That boy Jdolla go crazy)
She gon' point sh*t like it's bank
Leggo of my Eggo, baby
Yeah, I tell her I wanna f**k her long

What we finna do?
I walk around this b*t*h like "Ho, I'm bulletproof."
She want to get that bag, I'm finna get that got
That's what we finna do
Keep that rackie
I'm finna skrt off the lot, my windows bulletproof
Send that drop, I walk in that b*t*h like I own it

Yeah
Don't lie to me, that pu**y ain't mine, I don't own it
Don't cry to me, I know it's only for the moment
I went undercover, asked to move onto your heart
And she told me to stop poppin' pills, that b*t*h don't look like a nurse

I know a pack of n***as that'll put you on a shirt
I know a pack of n***as that'll put you on a shirt
I know a pack of n***as that'll put you on a shirt
I know a pack of n***as that'll put you on a shirt
Why, why?
I put that ho out to the side
Puttin' hoes onto the Y
Play GTA IV if you ain't givin' top
Free all my n***as that's locked
R.I.P to the n***as that dropped
Stay out the heat when the city get hot
N***as back doin', they doin' too much
Yeah, I'm the sh*t, but you can not flush me
V10, b*t*h, no, you can not dust me
Groupie b*t*h tryna duck me
Lame-a** b*t*h, she can't f**k me
He get hit, he get ugly
Bullets, they eat your body, eat your stomach
I heard he soft, n***a, he so fluffy
And he want a QP, can't get enough
He shoppin' at Zumiez, boy, he's a dummy
Yeah, I put my d**k right in her cuddy
I got a whole line of b*t*hes, love me
I put a whole vibe on 'til it's sunny
No that ain't my ho, she can't cuff me
308 sang when it ain't husky
I turned that ho to my f**k-buddy
I just put my kids in her tummy, tummy
Why, why, why, why?
No, woah
And she chew my d**k like let it go
Yeah, I'ma leave these n***as hurt
Yeah, these n***as like hatin' on me
You know I could f**k yo ho wit' ease
Finna take that ho right in the V, then take her for her birthday, this not eve
She won't let tiger breathe
Okay, Y'all n***as in college, I'm on the moon
Yeah, I feel like BK, I just popped me a shroom
Baby, what's the move?, yuh
I need her to tell-- to tell me what's your move
It's Static on the jeans
And some sh*t where I tell her we heatin' too long
I heard that n***a keep talking, not long
And she look in my pocket, I made that b*t*h, uh-huh
Too many good pussies got me f**ked up, uh-huh
He talk way too hard, I got on Facebook, asked his mama
She said that she let so many n***as, ga**ed his head up
Send that b*t*h too bed and told that ho, "Just keep your head up"
No, I don't want to even care about everything, she know that sh*t, she fed up

What we finna do?
I walk around this b*t*h like "Ho, I'm bulletproof."
She wan' get that bag, I'm finna get that got
That's what we finna do
Keep that rackie
I'm finna skrt off the lot, my windows bulletproof
Send that drop, I walk in that b*t*h like I own it
Walk in that b*t*h like I own it, I walk in that b*t*h like I own it
Walk in that b*t*h like I own it, I walk in that b*t*h like I own it, yeah

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