Correction Paroles Bread & Butter par Lil Tjay

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Gang, yeah
Lil Tjay
N***as know how we comin'
Yeah, y’all don't know how I feel
Y'all [?]
Y’all ain't really drill

Get to the bread, my [?] the b***er
You tote to 12 like you undercover
Life is what it is, it is what it should be
My pants are Amiri, Palm Angels my hoodie
Glock with a beam, we testing that glizzy
N***as be hatin', I know they won't get me
I'm not a gangster but please don't test me
I'ma still bust sh*t 'til it’s empty
Don’t play with me like I'm pu**y
In the trap we was cooking
Feds outside and they looking
We gon’ still get to the money
Run it up all wintеr just to flex up in the summer
Run it up all wintеr just to flex up in the summer

I feel like flooding my wrist
VVS diamonds, they shinin', they glizz'
Goofy try me and I'm upping my stick
Head tap, I ain’t sparing or miss
Catch an opp I swear I'm going insane
20k, I got inside of my 'mains
Seven-hundred just to cop me some frames
Other day, I ran it up with the gang
Too [?], about to catch me some brains
I'ma catch my bullet [?]
N***as ain't [?] they ain't putting in pain
Life's good, I be sippin' Champagne
Opposition know their soul is a stain
Lil Tjay, b*t*hes love how I sing
And I'm all about my chicken, no wings
I be pouring up the Act in my drink
Get to the bread, my [?] the b***er
You tote to 12 like you undercover
Life is what it is, it is what it should be
My pants are Amiri, Palm Angels my hoodie
Glock with a beam, we testing that glizzy
N***as be hatin', I know they won't get me
I'm not a gangster but please don't test me
I'ma still bust sh*t 'til it's empty
Don't play with me like I'm pu**y
In the trap we was cooking
Feds outside and they looking
We gon' still get to the money
Run it up all winter just to flex up in the summer
Run it up all winter just to flex up in the summer

My new Glock it came with a beam
Pu**y tell me 'bout it, it ain't what it seem
Clip extended, 'bout to end it on the scene
Back up, ain't no making this team
Strapped up, you won't take it from me
Stack racks up, know the gang [?]
Act tough, we gon' shoot, better duck
Move, shoot, and then I'm setting them up
Same gang, man ain't flexing with us
Keep plotting, but I keep me a pole
dropping, we don't speak over phones
Get to the bag, my trip, it be long
F**k 'bout the tag just hit me a [?]
Catching the stacks 'cause I gotta go
N***a this rap sh*t is out of control
Trapping on [?] we just keepin' it low
Get to the bread, my [?] the b***er
You tote to 12 like you undercover
Life is what it is, it is what it should be
My pants are Amiri, Palm Angels my hoodie
Glock with a beam, we testing that glizzy
N***as be hatin', I know they won't get me
I'm not a gangster but please don't test me
I'ma still bust sh*t 'til it's empty
Don't play with me like I'm pu**y
In the trap we was cooking
Feds outside and they looking
We gon' still get to the money
Run it up all winter just to flex up in the summer
Run it up all winter just to flex up in the summer

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