Correction Paroles No Hook par Pi’erre Bourne

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Lil Cal Made This Beat
Ayy, okay
Yeah

You got ears
So you listen
I got diamonds
Yeah, they glisten
I got rich
Let's do the digits
Shoot my shot
Like ammunition
I'm the truth
You no difference
Get work done in 20 minutes
Superstars, me & Biscuit
We was cookin up in the kitchen

Welcome to the RichBoy exhibit
It's my vision, some explicit
Got a chain, it so frigid
If you haters, this water prohibit

I get fans hyped up for a snippet
I need a Genie, for more of my wishes
Washing my neck, like I'm washing the dishes
You're invited to Cal's place, only have tickets
Once this beat was given
I’m gonna go serious
When I am performing
The crowd go delirious
They ready to hear
You just didn’t tune it
That’s too bad, cuz music of me
You could’ve knew it
Terminate rap
Break the charts but screw it
Breaking like cashews, but I didn’t chew it
I never miss, and if you think that’s true
Come on tell something true
You unoriginal fool
I slaughter and kill all my dope bars
Go to hell, but I’d doubt satan would take you, he’d just kick you to Mars
Maybe Mars might deny you, so send you to space
But the Milky Way wouldn’t grant access, so it would perish you anyways

Damn Lil Cal, Where'd Ya Find This?
You got ears
So you listen
I got diamonds
Yeah, they glisten
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

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