Correction Paroles Drake N Josh par RMC Mike

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(Lorenz, don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta understand, man
Like I'm gettin' tired of sayin' the same sh*t over and you not under—
Damn

Tired of sayin' the same sh*t and you still don't get it
Lil' freak b*t*h probably got the best pu**y in the world, but I still won't hit it
'Cause that b*t*h be f**kin' everybody in the motherf**kin' city, what the f**k?
B*t*h f**ked everybody in every hood
Even if I tried to teach this b*t*h the game, she still won't get it
Even if I tried to airball, sh*t, I still won't miss it
Tried to tell your a** ten times, you still don't get it

N***a, I tried to teach you over and over and over, n***a
You must not be listening

You don't listen when I'm speakin', sh*t, I'm done talkin'
'Member when I bought my first car like, "I'm done walkin'"
Ten grams in a Backwood got the lungs coughin'
If it's up there, it's stuck there, now the guns talkin'
Ayy, now the guns barkin'
I done smoked a whole pound of motherf**kin' Coochie Runtz, got the lungs talkin'
N***a out here rappin' just like me, that's my son chartin'
N***a thought I had a pitbull, that's my son barkin'
N***a thought I had the bubble guts, that's my gun fartin'
Six hoes came here for me, this my son party
Battery dead on my old-school, gotta jumpstart it
Okay, you dropped a tape, but sick as hell 'cause it's uncharted
You can't walk in without a strap, this a gun party
Drink a fifth and rap my a** off, I'm a drunk artist
Damn, I think his blood starvin'
Took an AR from my lieutenant, I'm like, "What up, sergeant?"
Lil' bro scammin' like a b*t*h, he blew up Target
He made it big doin' a song with us, we blew up artist
You think I'm lyin', you can ask the n***a
I need my b*t*h hard to find like an action figure
Sick as hell lil' bro just went to jail for racketeering
My white boy f**ked up, he went home and tried to whack his parents

Damn, like
Nah, like, you really went home and tried to kill your parents?
F**k be wrong with these n***as?

I don't get it
But if I'm starin' at your b*t*h, then I hit it
I got a thing for poppin' Percs and f**kin' fine women
Oh, she don't like fat n***as, bet I change her mind in it
I hit her hard and bust fast, couldn't waste no time in it

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