Correction Paroles 30 For 40 par Yo Gotti

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Hitmaka

I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’
Light that lil' sh*t up, f**k that lil' b*t*h up
Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
She eat the d**k up, no gag, no hiccup
b*t*h swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up

I came in with 40 on my wrist (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walk into an orgy with your b*t*h (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put that Daytona on her wrist (Wrist)
In that Tesla, I don’t even try to whip (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Steady sagging my pants but put on a belt
I upgraded my chemistry (Upgraded my swag)
I went and flooded my Rollie
My diamonds baguettes now I’m gone to infinity (I’m gone to the max, on slime)
I come straight from the gutter, who watch me go grow up they want get rid of me (yeah)
I’ma stay with that burner the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything
50 shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley
Quarter million McLaren they can’t say it’s rented
Take a shot ain’t no running, return it and I send it
She gon come to my to see how I’m livin’
She gone f**k on a n***a it’s worth every penny
She gon try and do anything make sure I feel it
She can say anything and I’m never gon listen
I'm not giving her no money whenever I’m finish, no

Got a hundred in the bag, another two for paper tag
Damn, I hate to brag, but do I, love to make 'em mad
It’s true I, gotta take my time, like Usa, got a different mind like 2Pac
Baby, on her knees no tube sock, Baby, double D no tube top
I call my lil' n***a 80 a two Block
sh*t can get chilly you feel me now who Hot
I’ve been the realist long before who pop
I've been that n***a all I know you is not (Nah, for real)
Me and my n***as we all that we got
Ain’t the one to f**k around with, we not

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