Correction Paroles f*cked Up par Jim Jones

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Wasted days and endless nights (Hey, Harry)
Heard they reported us to the Fraud Department
There is nothing I could do to make things right (Haha)
Capo, what's up?

I ain't been sleepin', it's the third day (Third day, third)
I don't got a second in the first place (First place, oh no)
Ain't no second chances in my birthplace (Birthplace, oh no)
You can't put a phoenix in a bird cage (Bird cage)

Lil' b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
Lil' b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up, yeah-yeah)
I pull up in that Merce' (Merce')
b*t*hes see me drippin' in this Versa' (Versa')
You know I want it in the worst way (Worst way, yeah)
But at least we got tonight if that's the worst case, worst case
b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
Lil' b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
b*t*h, you got me f**ked up (f**ked up)

You either a friend of mines or a friend of ours (Who you with?)
When you see that AMG, that mean that Benz got power (Skrrt)
We need bonita and quinine, it's to blend with powder (Whip it)
Y'all gon' die a thousand times, you and your mens is cowards
We got work in DC, yeah, I got friends at Howard (Wassup?)
You can't stop the rain when this F and N make showers
Plus, I'm not an evil person, we still gon' send 'em flowers
I bought that 9-1-1 just to remember the Towers (Skrrt)
Uh, yeah, I be in my bag of tricks (Voilà)
If you p*ss me off I just might go grab the fif' (Wassup?)
But if you really p*ss me off, I just might go stab your b*t*h (Ha ha)
Plus I heard her say that I got that magic stick (She nasty)
Sucka, so how that really make you feel (Huh?)
When I had her bust it open just so she can make it real? (Ew)
Pop bottles in the club for the Ace to spill
On this year alone in champagne, I just might waste a mill' (Cap)
My young boys take pills and go straight to drill (Get 'em)
Treat them foreign cars, n***a, like racin' wheels (Skrrt)
We had to crack the code, get on hacker mode (Facts)
But let me light a blunt and get on rapper mode (Light that up)
These lil' n***as never seen no gats explode (They frontin')
This Versace, lil' n***a, two stacks a robe (Sucka)
You probably never smelled the fumes at the stove (n***a)
I be on piña coladas when I be at the Cove (I'm off)
Damn the Bahamas, we got yachts you can jump off
Your b*t*h is a thot, yeah, heard she a jump off
I be in the 'Rari ridin' shotty like I just let a pump off (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Wasted days and endless nights
There is nothing I could do to make things right

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