Correction Paroles Young OG par LUCKI

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(GOONTEX) Yeah
Probably ain't gonna know who this n***a be (That's a ten-piece wing thing, thing)
Hm, yeah

Yeah, all praise for the most high (All praise to the most—)
I'm just thankful for the obstacles I done been through, I do the most now (Now I do the most)
It get wicked, pray for my city, n***as was up, but they broke now (Woah)
It get tricky, better pay attention, ain't no playin' with me, makin' folks cry (Gone)
Ran up a big boy check, lost my n***as, sh*t, don't even know (Pfft)
Made a b*t*h hook my hip like it missed me, oh, I can't leave the house (Yeah)
Trap phone n***a out the hood, just like Shaq, he won't leave the block
Tell a broke b*t*h, "What's good, eat this d**k," that's how you feed a thot (Ayy)

Ayy, still that n***a, been that n***a (Still that n***a)
Whip no key with the windshield tinted (Uh-uh)
Young OG, can't hurt my image
Ho keep starin', tell her "Take my pictures"
Stick like a C4 'round with switches
Who are you when you [?] (Ayy, yeah)
One of the two, why lie a magician? (Ayy)
Cross a n***a out like a Chrome Heart denim (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Left me for dead and now I'm the one, can't trust lil' cuz, I'm bringin' a gun
Livin' too fast, it used to be fun, my mama just asked if I'm seein' my son
I'm in the trenches, I live in the 'burbs, my auntie just called me, she leavin' a word
Devil in Prada, too fly for Givenchy
Think I'm on point how I'm nine with semi
Fool a** ho don't get no pity
Lame a** n***a don't get no pape'
Flew to the D, f**k a ho out of plate
EMPIRE party and I'm still kinda late
Nina just gave me the key to the safe
Switch from a STR8 to a SVR
"Tune, why you love you a loud a** car?"
"Tune, why you insulted? Now you a star"
Sticks in the whip and I don't got a opp
Glock in the purse and I don't got a b*t*h
Pint in the pop, I just poured its wrist
Pint on the floor, gettin' bored of this sh*t
One day later, need more of this sh*t
Man, ayy

(GOONTEX) Ayy, yeah
Ayy, still that n***a, been that n***a (Still that n***a)
Whip no key with the windshield tinted (Uh-uh)
Young OG, can't hurt my image
Ho keep starin', tell her "Take my pictures"
Stick like a C4 'round with switches
Who are you when you [?] (Yeah)
One of the two, why lie a magician?
Cross a n***a out like a Chrome Heart denim (Yeah)
On God, Milligram Navy, can't fake it
F**k n***a can't fake it

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