Correction Paroles Turned Into A Villain par Skooly

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Paroles

So here's the deal
So, so here's the deal

Check it
I could've got killed for this
You know they got a script for this
Could've got you dipped for this
Yeah, is it rich for real?
I'm tryna be rich for real
Could've got you hit for this
Fuck it, could've got you killed for this
Real is real
Fuck it, I'm real as real
What you say?
I'ma do it right up
I'm around it right up
Now fuck that, real is real

Look, got a deal this year
Went through the ceiling year
Took me a minute, pulled out the dealership
Got me a bigger crib
Turned to a villain, yeah

I done did it again
Top went Gilligan then
It's lost, motherfucker got the deal on the biz
I might get that shit for a friend
I can't, nobody gon' do what I did
I'm the illest with a pencil and pen
Imagine how it feels when I'm on the pill with a pen
I can put a wig on a pig
And get a bitch a gig
It's pimpin'
You ain't know a nigga talk like that
Fuck her all night, candlelight salad with a fork right
You ain't know I was a boss like that, like oh
Listen, I'ma tell you like a OG told me
I can give you game but the game ain't free
Put the blicky on a nigga, make him sing like me
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, niggas?
Stop playin' with me and mine's, nigga
We don't fuck with y'all, you don't fuck with us
Keep it like that, nigga
Ain't no middle in it, you understand?
Put the blicky on a nigga, make him sing like di da

I could've got killed for this
You know they got a script for this
Could've got you dipped for this
Yeah, is it rich for real?
I'm tryna be rich for real
Could've got you hit for this
Fuck it, could've got you killed for this
Real is real
Fuck it, I'm real as real
What you say?
I'ma do it right up
I'm around it right up
Now fuck that, real is real

Look, got a deal this year
Went through the ceiling year
Took me a minute, pulled out the dealership
Got me a bigger crib
Turned to a villain, yeah

I got that shit on me
Fuck it, I got that shit on me
So big you can get on it
But my heart, it be sittin' on me
Like it was cool, I was out
Then I moved out the house
Then mama got sick on me
You ain't takin' food out my mouth
You ain't movin' like that
Fill up the movin' truck
Yeah, yeah, we move like that, nigga
A nigga got cleared out
Tryna be cool I bet, damn
I been lookin' for a cure, dog
Pourin' out my syrup ain't it
My girl ain't shit
You gon' make me swerve that bitch
VS hangin' out my turtleneck, I got courage
My cousin' ain't black and I be bangin' the blue
I can get your ass the hookup, too
I got service
Y'all know, don't be nervous
You fuckin' with a cold nigga
I remained the same, ain't changed
Young nigga game that I gave to some old niggas
Michael Jackson gave them the thrill
But they don't wanna say what it is, it's real
Put your bottle in a playpen
Just so she can play with my kids
Gotta get what I give, yeah

Look, got a deal this year
Went through the ceiling year
Took me a minute, pulled out the dealership
Got me a bigger crib
Turned to a villain, yeah

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