Correction Paroles Doin Sum par Shad Da God

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They flex on me, that was my old ho
I'm in the trap, I don't go home
I want a coupe where the doors go up
I want a coupe where the doors go up
You know what I'm sayin' when the doors over
I'm in the trap and I'm doin' somethin'
I'm in the trap and I'm blowin' somethin'
That money machine be doin' somethin'
My bitch on the floor, she doin' somethin'
Countin' that money, we doin' somethin'
Countin' that money, we movin' somethin'
Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'
Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'
I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'
I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'

I need her to score up the wood for somethin'
Pass a cookie blunt like a baton
Lil shawty be bustin' for somethin'
She from the brick and she bustin' for somethin'
Young boy,ice on my boy not the crizzack
Let's get it, we smokin' exotic, the pizzack
The pounds by the hundred, they finna be busy
I walked out the trap to go walk on the trizzack, hold up
I send up that shit with the visit, hold up
You can get a skittle for an extra rack, hold on
Gotta have clout for your habitat
Gotta have sticks and a Glock for the habitat, hold on
Saw me in Caliport, [?] in Beverly Hills, ridin' in a Maybach
"What your block like nigga?"
Come on my block, we'll steal your Hellcat, turn it to a stray cat
Two million ups and down, in the street shit where the real niggas shake back
I can ride foreign 'cause I play the quarterback
They tryna f*ck up my play like a cornerback
Just 'cause a nigga got money, can't honor that
Can you go back to your block where the shooters at?
Nigga my wrist and my ride where a cooler at
Middle the mall where your jeweler at

If you knew better you'd do better ho
I might just Gucci your sweater though
I'm a no limit soldier like KO
Walkin' in the fashion boutique, got the calico
Pimp cup, make a run ton
Havin' twenty-three racks on me right now, ravioli
Married to the street, matrimony
If we ever gotta break up I need alimony
Niggas still be on that trap shit
I ain't never been on that cap shit
I got assets to the bags and shit
Dolce Gabbana on my rags and shit
Racks on the block, they threw a flag on that
And they came and shot him in the club 'bout that
Let's take it back to the old school, they hit him up in the club 'bout that

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