Correction Paroles Steal My Joy (I’m The Type)* par Kodak Black

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…I’m the type to see yo' man, the one that hit up Phyfe
I’m the type, I see my man, I’ma get that n***a sniped
I done got that right again, I f**ked that bread up twice
If a n***a just like me, he tryna take yo' life
I go to jail and take them pleas but I don’t apologize
They tried to feed a n***a cheese, they know I ain’t no mice
N***a, I feel like can fly, 'bout time you send a kite
Wish I could roll with you for life but I ain’t got no dice

Steady runnin' from the P’s, pull off when they on it
I’m so tired of doin' [?], they wan' steal my joy
Steady runnin' from the P’s, pull off when they on it
I’m so tired of doin' [?], they wan' steal my joy
I’m so childish, I go catch a body for some stripes
If that n***a just like me, [?] take yo' life
I wanna marry you in prison, you should be my wife
The next time you come and visit I’ma read yo' [?]

Ride or die with me, let’s roll, you think you in a Royce
I still be sittin' up on the [?] like I ain’t got no choice
Shawty say she love my lingo, say she love my voice
I’m poppin' rythem when I talk, but I don’t need a [?]
I swear for God I’ll bag a pu**y n***a with no remorse
I’m too lit, I keep the tool ‘cause I ain’t got no force
I keep that shank and I’ma [?] it, but don’t [?]
'Cause they gon' send me to the [?], but my name ain’t [?]
All the stripper hoes love me, but can’t get no coin
I ain’t even gotta throw no money 'cause they already be goin'
Every n***as feelin' like it’s f**k me but I’m already knowin'
They wanna take me out the game 'cause they can’t get no points
Steady runnin' from the P’s, pull off when they on it
I’m so tired of doin' [?], they wan' steal my joy
Steady runnin' from the P’s, pull off when they on it
I’m so tired of doin' [?], they wan' steal my joy
I’m so childish, I go catch a body for some stripes
If that n***a just like me, [?] take yo' life
I wanna marry you in prison, you should be my wife
The next time you come and visit I’ma read yo' [?]

Already knew my n***a hate me, [?] with my cousin
I’m askin' God why he don’t save me when I’m [?] strugglin'
Spendin' birthdays in [?], but I ain’t in public
And since my mama couldn’t really raise me, the streets did it for me
Ain’t have no pops, felt like the block only thing love me, yuh
Sellin' rocks and poppin' Glocks, you know I’m real thuggin'
I spent a [?] on a [?] ‘cause I’m a real hitta
I told my dawg he don’t owe me nothin' cause I’m real n***a

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