Correction Paroles You Gotta See Me par Rooga

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Huh, huh, huh, eh
On foenem grave
You already know how this sh*t goes
Don't touch me, don't even look at me
Matter fact, back the f**k up
All you bop-a** hoes, all you goofy-a** n***as

Huh, huh, huh
They say they gon' kill me (They gon' kill me)
I'm like, "Whatever" (I'm like, "Whatever")
Pull up with that Drac', hop out, get they a** together
Oh, he with his friends, we gon' get they a** together
Blue tip hit ya, ain't no comin' back you gone forever
You can run you can hide, you gotta see me
Keep my drum when I'm outside
No I won't be on nobody TV
Everywhere I go I'm 7-4 I throw up GD
Oh, they sellin' drugs, get 'em set up by a Teetee
That's them n***as comin' out the crib?
Oh they sweet as hell (Oh)
We might stand over him to show him we for real
Who the f**k gon' run up on us? N***a, be for real
Opps steady dissin', I'm like "Is this beef for real?"
Oh, I see they in the stu', tryna find a beat to kill
He was tryna duck his taco til' we made him eat a shell
I put money on your head, I get you hit through a Zell
How you tryna argue when we know what kind of car you in
And we know what park you in
We might pull up block you in
If I wanted to go out like dude, then I box you then (Von)
Why would I fight when I got this Gen? (Five)
Kill one of mine, that's how ten die
Switch on the Glock, in 1 second 10 fly
It ain't slippery over here, we can't let it slide
We gon' kill 'em n***as first, we can't let him die
Ran up on 'em fah, did him extra bad
Now no one can see with your closed casket a**
Like we playin "it", run up tagged his a**
Turned him to a zip, foenem bagged his a**
Now we roll 'nem in a wood, "puff pa**" his a**
B*t*h don't try to test me me, you won't pa** the cla**
We want all dirt, boy your a** is gra**
But he got away, boy your a** was fast
Bigbody Rolls truck, it ain't hard to notice us
GD's everywhere I go, don't hesitate to throw it up
Come through with that Cutter like you owe us somethin'
Don't slide through the O or somethin'
And put a hole in somethin', yeah (Yeah)
I might pop out the blue like a f**kin' Wizard
He ain't shootin' right, like Michael when he was with the Wizard's
I just bought the Cartier, Im tryna jump a Richer
I'm in the middle of the field like a f**kin' pitcher
I might hit the opp side and take a picture
Oh he think he fast? But I'm quicker
What he drunk off? Liquor?
No, he think he slick, but I tricked him
He don't know I'm slicker
Still got my Gen4 'cause this b*t*h still get off
Oh he think he safe at work? Catch him when he get off
I hit the corner, that n***a turned into Sonic, the Hedgehog
7.62 comin' out the Drac' and knocked his head off
(Aye, yeah)
On foenem grave (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back the f**k up (Aye)
All you bop-a** hoes, all you goofy-a** n***as (Huh?)
On Scrapp grave

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