Correction Paroles That Go! par Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill

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(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

Yeah, this twenty a pill
Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'
Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, sh*tted on a n***a, did it on purpose
I tell my other b*t*h, "Go with my other b*t*h"
Just to get my other b*t*h a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pu**y was perfect
F**k in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains
F**k from the back and this b*t*h started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this sh*t on my Persian, ooh
Go gеt this b*t*h some new purses, cool
I swipе my card, I don't feel it
She had a lame, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin'
And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that n***a wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah

Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*t*h tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It's like five hundred b*t*hes at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stunt on them n***as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these n***as out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' her dreams, I'ma pa** her to Meek (To Meek)
N***a, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep (Can't hang with the sheep)
Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (Let's go)
Pull up to your block with a motherf**kin' thotty (Let's go)
Every n***a with me down to go and catch a body (Okay)
Young n***a trapping out a hotel lobby (Okay)
Wipe a n***a nose like that motherf**ker snotty
I'm in the trap with a thick b*t*h
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (Yeah)
Most you n***as fried like a fish stick
If he a snitch, can't kick it
I'm with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a n***a to sleep
Bad lil' b*t*h trying to see me on the sneak
No TLC, but a n***a got to creep (Woo)
Shoot it like JJ (JJ)
Spin a n***a block like a Beyblade
If I hit the block, that's a payday
Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay)
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
Can't leave the crib with no cutter
Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and b***er

Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*t*h tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It's like five hundred b*t*hes at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stunt on them n***as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these n***as out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)
Abracadabra, my b*t*h way badder, my wrist out the motherf**kin' batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet I snuck on the face, green diamonds, I f**ked up my bladder (Yeah)
Motherf**k a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin' about might get your a** whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, fishscale (Yeah), no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up)
I spent twenty mil' (What?) on a crib, pay it up (Pay it up)
In Dubai but the b*t*h from Israel
Call my phone, you fine as hell
In designer but I will kill
You done speaked to informants, I can tell
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My b*t*h wrist clean
I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife and you thought it was a dream
N***a kicked through that door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

Woah, this that go sh*t (Yeah)
Lil' b*t*h tryna act smart with me, but she don't know sh*t (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred b*t*hes at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Woah, this that go sh*t (That go sh*t)
This that stunt on them n***as, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these n***as out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (Big business)
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, n***as thinkin' I'd been fishin' (Been fishin')
Find me on a yacht full of bad-a** b*t*hes like, "Ho, I'm big pimpin'" (Big pimpin')

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