Correction Paroles Do It! par Smokepurpp

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(MathiasTyner) Uh
Yeah, oh
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Purpp)
I'm with Lil Purpp
Okay, b*t*h
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Cheating on a b*t*h, ayy
Ayy, b*t*h, throw it back
Yo' b*t*h at her crib

Jump on the d**k, dance on the d**k, do it (Yeah)
I don't give a f**k if your mans went through it (Woo)
Jump on the d**k, dance on the d**k, do it (Yeah)
I don't give a f**k if your mans went through it

I got five different hoes here
Bullets gon' sting like a nose pierce (Mwah)
Half-white ho with blonde hair (Skrrt, skrrt)
And she throw it back for me like a lawn chair
Took my five minutes just to get the b*t*h on my lap
Another in five minutes and her saliva on my sack (Uh)
b*t*h, why you tryna suck slow? I'ma tryna c*m fast (Fast)
I'm a busy man worth a six figure price tag (Rich)
This beat, I f**kin' love it and I think I'm finna cuff it (Yeah)
f**kin' on yo' b*t*h and she's sextin' me in public (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Slap her with my chancla, the b*t*h think we something
Grabbin' on her round ass, same size pumpkin (Wow)
She like that, Ego so damn disgusting (Ew)
What's that in his speakers? Goddamn, Ego's bumping (Wow)
Eruption, everything around me is erupting (Boom)
Only took me four months just to turn nothin' to somethin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Jump on the d**k, dance on the d**k, do it (Yeah)
I don't give a f**k if your mans went through it (Woo, uh)
Jump on the d**k, dance on the d**k, do it (Yeah, yeah, Lil Purpp)
I don't give a f**k if your mans went through it

Pull up on a n***a and I'm only comin' two deep (Pull up)
762s, givin' fades, I call 'em, "Boosie" (762)
Handy man Purpp, way I'm rockin' with this toolie (Hey)
Want me shoot a film with this b*t*h, it's a movie (On God)
Took me 'bout a minute, went from freak to disgusting (Sheesh)
They dated for three years just to f**k, shawty dumped him (On God)
n***a make a wrong move, then his draco get to dumpin' (On God)
I'm slumpin', now he in a stretcher, stomach pumpin' (On God)
Two, four, six, eight, let the haters hate
FN automatic, pull the trigger and I Harlem shake (Yeah)
b*t*h on my lap, ass fat, make the club quake (Woah)
pu**y wet, I'm eatin' well, like a raw steak (Yeah)
I just took an addy then I went and f**ked a college ho'
Said she want a Birkin, Michael Kors for a silly ho' (Woah)
Neiman with a fifty, what you n***as goin' to Tilly's for?
If an opp missin', check the morgue, go dig up the floor (Yeah)

Let's go (Woo)

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