Correction Paroles Foolish par Krizz Kaliko

Featuring(s) : Rittz

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[Krizz Kaliko]
Don't you step on my J's
I been down I feel like I can turn it up (Like I can turn it up)
Picking myself off the floor I was cold
Only so now that I'm burning up
Try'na put them days behind me
Nigga stuck in the house, I'm thinking you can't find me
I'm addicted to what y'all think
Dig in the comments and get that drink
And then I'm vomiting in that sink
That's why I don't come out the house
Real shit'll come out the mouth
It's like I don't know how to act
I'm back, I'm back, I'm packing a gun
Slide me your side bitch I'm slapping back and now I gotta run
Don't know what to do with me
Cool with me now quit the tomfoolery
If the Coor is truly through with me then I hit the brewery
But it ain't nothing new to me, the Devil pursuing me
Sorta kinda unusual like you put the blue on me
True the do that do the do I'm the few and I'm chewing 'em
The greatest of them but even might as well put the shoe on 'em
Never told no lie, told no lie I be trueing 'em
If a lift is glistening only thing missing is you in 'em
Okay
Love me anyway, it's the Spider K tattoo
All on my wrist and my nigga with no hue in 'em
I finally went and I got mine but yet he got two on 'em
Travis hated me at first then I grew on 'em

Worry with a monster
Young man he do what he wants
Yeah, can't take you nowhere
Can't take you any-anywhere
Worry with it
Look, you see duty, don't you? (You do)
Can't take you nowhere
Can't take you any-anywhere

[Post-Chorus]
I promised my mama that I'm gon' chill
Take your time young man
If I don't drink liquor I know I will (Chill)

[Rittz]
Kali I get foolish
Like I been shooting bullet
Perking on the percocets and certain pharmaceutics
Never been that kind of student
Unless you kinda roomy
It's being on the tour bus swapping chicks with Godemis and Ubi
Then it blew me
You're problem ain't a train on top of Courtney
A bite of drip of Fendi, Prada or Gucci
These Balenciaga joggers
The smaller fit is fifty thousand dollars
In a pocket what you call it
I'ma spend it all on jewelry
Starving artist all the homies gotta eat
Put your foot inside the door
Instead of posing on the street
This is hard to escape artists talking big
Might provoke a robbery around my people
Really hoping that the guard at your apartment gate
Is not afraid to dodge a stray
He got some body armor on
Thought you got away until they caught you at the barber shop
Looking like a narco in my Chevy Colorado
Drove it big the driver's thick
Looks like she polished it with Armor All
A daily bomb, a monster ball
I'm a monster y'all

[Post-Chorus]
I promised my mama that I'm gon' chill
Take your time young man
If I don't drink liquor I know I will (Chill)

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