Correction Paroles Seasons par Kur

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Who are you?
Seven-nine, nigga

I try to embrace the good, I'm way too relaxed
I just faced a 'Wood, yeah
She want me to taste her goods, but keep it a stack
I don't think I should
Don told his case was good
I told 'em I got 'em some racks when I seen 'em
I was grand coupe floatin' in back of the Beamer
I might wanna f*ck, but don't need her
I'm a uptown nigga, they love my demeanor (Okay)
Sneaker box, it's full of money, no sneakers
Thankful the coach let me come off the bleachers
This for my folks, I lost all thеm people
I'm far from broke, blow a dub for no rеason
Lettin' shit go from a grudge, it ain't easy
She askin', "Before we f*ck, can you feed me?"
Why not? Wait, I'ma feed you
Eighteen, I been spittin' crack like I'm Peedi
Tellin' you, it's nothing like it like Beanie
I be with young guns that spray for no reason
I'm on the freeway, I'm turnt, and I'm speedin'
Dawg, I'ma get to a bag 'cause I need it
Man, I'ma stay on they ass, undefeated
Drivin' and it's a massage in the seating
Models that set up ménage and they tweakin'
She said she gon' make some time on the weekend
B-30 in my Diors, plus I'm decent
He sturdy, he never folded, no creasin'
When I f*ck his baby mama, we'll be even

It's that season (Real talk, come on)
Season where niggas hop out and they dumpin'
The season where niggas trail you, hit your bumper
The season where niggas is hungry and trunk you, the season (Seven-nine, you the heart)
Season where it's kinda hard to make money
The season where niggas get buried, they under
The season where niggas don't care about nothing, the season (Pipe down, come on)
The season where niggas get aired out for nothing
The season where people tear up 'cause of struggle
The season where hoes double back 'cause you bubbled
The season (Real talk, come on)

I'ma give you a reason (Seven-nine, nigga)
I put the town on the map, is you kiddin'?
Don know that I got his back while he sittin'
Give her some racks, she gon' act a lil' different (Real talk)
I stopped them Zacks, now they back in my system
Twenty-nine dimes in my pack, I was pitchin'
Mama said, "You gon' get grabbed," I ain't listen
They say you got check the grass for the hissin'
I ain't have nothing, but had the ambition
Most of these bitches, I f*ck 'em and ditch 'em
Some stick around, I invest and uplift 'em
I had stick out my chest and stop bitchin'
Feel like these niggas too pressed for attention
Can't forget nobody that helped with the vision (Real talk)
Niggas, they know I'm a threat, I'm a menace
Look how I thumb through a check, I had pennies
Look how them hoes double back when you winnin' (Let's go)
I don't even look for it back when I'm lendin'
I don't even look at the tag when I'm spendin'
Tellin' you I went from rags to the riches
I had to go, had to go back to the trenches
I got too distracted and lacked on my business
It ain't no more slackin', can't go back to benches
Was eight for the khakis, my taste is expensive
Grew up in the hood with the craftiest niggas (Real talk)
Just give me a year and I'm passin' them niggas
I'm chargin' you niggas, I'm taxin' you niggas
Don't argue with niggas, can have all them bitches
My all is still in it, I'm passion to get it
Some niggas that talk, they be askin' to get it
It fell in my lap, she just asked me to hit it
I was in the A, now I'm back in the city
My shirt was stack, I be mackin' these biddies

Seven-nine, nigga

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