Correction Paroles Drug Traffickin par Summrs

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[Intro]
(Bre—Bre—BrentRambo)
Yeah, yeah
Pussy nigga get, yeah
That pussy nigga get flipped, yeah
[?]

[Verse]
This bitch nasty like some Tris
Going two-hundred in this Benz
Riding dirty with them sticks
New Celine, no Rick, yeah
I don't rock that shit
Got blood on my kicks
I got blood on my stick, yeah
If you know then you know
[?] on that bitch
Got my cutter, you ain’t catching me
Brother cutting up a brick
With some white hoes taking flicks
Rino ain't got no picks
They putting that shit in they nose like some Vicks, huh
My outfit cost a brick, yeah
Patek wrist so sick, huh
Fuck you, eat my dick, huh
Pull out that double M
Yeah, I know that I shouldn't
Lean stick to my kidney
High profile saddity
It’s no Wock' when I'm in the city
Watch my tennis chains do the griddy, huh
Yeah, all of my brothers won't change on each other, we stay with them cutters, yeah
I'm a rich motherfucker and I'm from the gutter, know they don't love me
On a new level, fuck this bitch, she ain't special
Get out the Maybach stupid bitch ’fore you fuck up the leather
I’m with [?] sipping juice and we up on that Wock' floating like a feather
If I go out in public with this bitch, she might just go platinum
Flawless diamonds, lil’ bitch, I don't do platinum
Thirty-five pointers on, white-gold, no platinum
To be honest, I bought this Patek just to go bragging
To be honest, I bought that double M to go swagging
Rocking archive Number (N)ine, fuck your fashion
She put passion behind her head, she savage
In the penthouse view, we living so lavish
Fifty racks in my right pocket got me sagging
One of my brothers got a half a mil' in the attic
What's happening? Drug trafficking

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