Correction Paroles K. Michelle (4shogirl) par Rio Da Yung OG

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(Coach me, Joey)
(Okay, KMoney)
(Joey)

I'ma take my bag to work, go, ain't never need no shooters
Hoppin' off the plane with all my racks, they think I'm D.B. Cooper
I just wanna walk around with racks, and n***as get offended
All my b*t*hes rockin' Mike Amiri, not no Lululemon
Yeah, boy, them thousand-dollar jeans if you know the denim
Brodie say he wanna triple up if he go through Virginia
Boy, I go get plenty pape', b*t*hes give me plenty face
She don't f**k with you because you took her on ElimiDate
Ride with Bookie in th? 'Wood laughin'
Boy, we got the hood slappin'
I get in th? kitchen and I whip me up a Bullmastiff
Ghetto little b*t*h, she wanna suck me 'cause the 'Wood smokin'
Told the b*t*h I'm right back to the spot 'cause the jugg crashin'
My b*t*hes a lil' ratchet, I come through the hood taxin'
Brodie droppin' n***as, robbin' n***as of they hood status
All my b*t*hes bougie, bad, barbies
They can look at these and they can tell they Peer Hardys

B*t*hes love a n***a that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
B*t*hes hate a n***a that be wakin' up in n***as' face
B*t*hes love a n***a that know how to make a bow curl
Spent five on her t**s, now she got milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil' baby, what you on?" She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my b*t*h f**kin' all my b*t*hes, she know all my hoes
Lil' n***a, all my b*t*hes bad, so I can't just scale
Sh*t, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle
I been sellin' dope forever, n***a, can't you tell?
Don't ask what kind of weed this is, n***a, can't you smell?
'Fore I hit the cell, I instantly make bail, I can't stay in jail
I won't give a b*t*h a dime, but I'll pay for nails
On the mall with Nuk drinkin' a six, he throwin' up the five
Just seen my ex-b*t*h, I know she sick, throwin' up inside
Pu**y, my cup bloody as f**k like when the cherry pop
I done took more headshots with the cannon than Jerry shot
Before you smoke the blunt of regs, we had a Larry spot
Bro, stop right here and throw the fetty out, here come the cherry-tops
I could have a hundred bricks of pure food and still won't sell you top
You can't weigh a whole brick up? What kind of scale you got?
I drunk a lot of lean today, that's why I keep on noddin'
I'm quick to ram a b*t*h like a hemi, then I gotta dodge her
N***a never took sh*t from Rio, I was robbin' robbers
My opps ain't got sh*t to they name but a shot-up?

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