Correction Paroles Downfall par Lil' Durk

Featuring(s) : Young Dolph & Lil Baby

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You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her
Tell the feds leave my niggas alone
You my nigga
You my dog, you my dog for sure
Tell you you my nigga
And you right here for long
You my nigga
You my, you my
You my nigga
[Lil Durk]
You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me, ayy, woah
What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary, uh, woah
Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you
'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred
f*ckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love comin'
Slowed down on that mud, grew a pudge from it, uh
Not what you do, just how you do it, ain't what you say, it's how you say it
You can think about the money, but it's how you gonna chase it
They freed a couple killers, now the city goin' up
And you only call me when you see me pourin' up
And you snuck and told, you don't know if we know or not
And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Woah)
My other homie told my other homie
That my other homie other homie tryna kill him
That's why I only f*ck with a couple niggas
Get out the dope game, get a couple figures
Make my bitch cum and then I'm cummin' with her
Real niggas only, ain't no competition
We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "bloodas"
If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us
I learned to rap and get some bands from it
You be around the fake, but I'm stayin' from it

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her
Tell the feds leave my niggas alone
You my nigga
You my dog, you my dog for sure
Tell you you my nigga
And you right here for long
You my nigga
You my, you my
You my nigga
[Young Dolph]
Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that)
They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear)
A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah)
Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap)
Took a lot of losses f*ckin' with you, nigga (Trap)
Seen a lot of crosses f*ckin' with you, nigga (Damn)
Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah)
Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit)
You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay)
I been on some hustlin' shit since sixth grade (Ayy, who that?)
I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from
But I'm the one that told you f*ck them hoes, let's get this paper
Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey)
Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (It's Dolph)
On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (It's Dolph)
You ain't never elevated, just the same nigga

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her
Tell the feds leave my niggas alone
You my nigga
You my dog, you my dog for sure
Tell you you my nigga
And you right here for long
You my nigga
You my, you my
You my nigga
[Lil Baby]
You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox)
I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks)
Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa (Grandpa)
Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up (Changed up)
All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up
Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust (No)
We ain't have no ride, we'll steal a car, we'll catch the bus (Yeah)
I wish Lil One could see me now, a nigga rich as f*ck (Rich as f*ck)
f*ck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' whole things (Whole things)
I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams (No dreams)
I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Eighteen)
Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tried to mace me (Certain)
Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me)
Told my bitch that she can leave, she won't replace me (Won't replace me)
Doin' what I'm 'posed to do, I know they hate me (Hate me)
I'ma stand up on they ass until they take me (Take me)

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