Correction Paroles Send Him 2 God par Pasto Flocco

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Ooh, uh (Hundred milli')
Ooh, uh
Ooh, uh (I'm tryna run up a hundred milli')
Ooh, uh
Ooh, uh (I'm tryna run up a hundred milli')
Ooh, uh
Ooh, uh (I'm tryna run up a hundred milli')
Ooh, uh

I'm tryna run up a hundred milli'
I'm tryna run up a hundred milli'
Tryna run up, boy, you must be silly
(N***a, don't get your credits closed)
What he said? Huh
I'm tryna run up a hundred milli'
I can't f**k with these lil' boys, they too silly
Can't keep up, what the f**k they gon' do with me?
If you ain't makin' no plays, can't move with me
Pa**enger seat with a bad b*t*h
No, she ain't average, she dont need no filters
I got a lot of bad habits but I keep it balanced
I be pourin' up drank by the gallon
B*t*h know I'm valid like salad
She know I'm rich so I get in between automatic
Why the f**k these n***as wildin'?
Put on some Rick, now he thinkin' his lil' a** really stylish
Yeah, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah

Why that boy claim he a opp?
Somebody tell him to stop
I got shooters that can't wait to shoot
I'ma send his lil' dumb a** to God
These n***as not outside
When I'm outside keep your b*t*h inside
So geeked can't feel my eyes

I dont wanna look, b*t*h, I love to buy
Why would I give one f**k about these other guys?
I'm tryna get these bucks, sorry I ain't reply
Shawty wanna f**k, she can't stay the night
I dont wanna look, b*t*h, I love to buy
Why would I give one f**k about these other guys?
I'm tryna get these bucks, sorry I ain't reply
Shawty wanna f**k, she can't stay the night

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