Correction Paroles No Pressure par YungLiV

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Yall f**k with Dre Banks
Turn me up Trad

When we catch the one who spoke on bro, can't nothin' save him
We up 8, 3 seconds left, man this sh*t in our favor
N***as dissed the guys, but tucked they tail, 'cause how we bangin'
That b*t*h gon' choose us, my daily fit her n***a savin'
Free Gboy the one, Mr. Go get 'em, make sh*t dangerous
Ridin' full speed, two blicks in my hood won't let 'em take me
Double or not stuffed in my RtA's, this sh*t look crazy
Found a way, sh*t I can't even lie this rap sh*t saved me
Keep a blick, everyday block hot, you don't know who they hit
I hate when the opps can't get with us, they hit the innocent
Louis kicks cost 28 plus tax, bae just don't scuff my sh*t
Why you want that one ho' anyone, she ate up half the clique
Oh you love that b*t*h we use to f**k, n***a you trapped her
DND, her n***a called her phone, but she can't answer
Before you focus more on b*t*hes, n***a, get that bag up
It's 2k for a blower, these b*t*hes cheap, come get your racks up
They gripped me for them poles, I stood on ten, 'cause I'm legit
Made my apperance rich as f**k
To let the opps know they ain't sh*t
And we out ten deep in the club
If some' go off, somebody gettin' hit
DA gave my homie life cause he ain't tell when he got gripped
Free all them killers doin' time that might not see the sun again
But I can't speak for all of yall
'Cause I know killers locked in with snitches
Free racks to book 'em
I see why n***as hate, 'cause I'm doin' all the sh*t they couldn't
I know my bank account look fat
She know I got racks, know I ain't gotta show 'em
I went broke, then got it back all by myself out on that corner
We made summer cold, if you ain't know go check the stats
Bad lil' b*t*h backdoorin', every time she just might text
I heard that bag was on his head
That's why his partners left him flat
N***a, go get you some money before you diss me on that track
Why you mad at me, we f**ked 'yo b*t*h, that ain't my problem
Keep on makin' threats on Instagram, n***a come solve 'em
In my city b*t*h we lit, just ask they block, we get straight to it
I can't lock in with no n***a if he ain't known for a few shootings
I charge 10k for a verse, he come with halves, just took it from me
I pour up wock to ease the pain
Them percs be f**kin' with my stomach

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