Correction Paroles No Obligations / Coupe par Sheck Wes

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Lyrics from Leak

Fah
Yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Shootin out the coupe, and I ain't aiming
I don't give a f**k, who it can't hit
She [?] baby mama I ain't claiming
I been a bad boy, no obligations
I ain't Martin Lawrence or Will Smith b*t*h
This ain't a Porsche, it say Lambo on my wheels b*t*h
I'm gettin all this bread, I used to steal b*t*h
I ain't [?] no comedy you gotta feel this
Ain't have no choice it was the hunger I was feelin
Nowadays, it's hard to find a real b*t*h
I give her the gibs she want the gems (b*t*h!)
I was at Coachella off the stems (Yeah!)
My words got more worth than diamonds
I was on the block, and David found me
Man you had a choice and you ain't make it
Nowadays my DMs full of all these hoes naked
They all know I madе it, [?] I got it playing
As-salamu alaykum, I don't f**k with Satan
Know he always near but he bе only pump fakin
But I'm never waitin, I ain't got the patience
If I got a chance, then a young n***a gon take it
You n***as ain't made it, y'all copy n pasting
Everything I made, got the ground and n***as shaking
Hittin real dog, It ain't how you really feel
I was down my wrist when Sheck Wes made a milly mill
Didn't want to but a young n***a had to
My pain stuck up on the gang like a tattoo

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