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Correct Come Come Lyrics
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Correct Come Come
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[Verse 1: Rokamouth] Yo the first born son was a burnt lit star Certain sounds could just touch my heart Working hard, and my team still starve Outchea, for us they pulling new cars on these old rap [?] Top the fools, I'm off these charts I said, "Switching pronto, You need to front ho They looking at him like that's my uncle" Now it's a shame that I got to hunt you Banging on my homie, you won't need Russell Young nigga, Running up, snatch and hustle It's a bk [?], bouta strap the muscle If your raps are wack and you lack the bundle Cause I do it all, young enough to see old kings fall off Long enough to keep my force still strong Throwing the track like a cannon ball Through your walls, your gonna hear my call Certified til I die I'm [?] If I hit the stu, come back with mo' I put it in the sot', Platinum fo'sho Won't spend it all on dough like I've done befo If a trap star could, let a trap star grow I'll flip my dough because that's all I know 24/7 and never ends all [?] . 44 let my lungs feel smoke And I've kept it trill cause that's all we know That's 47 [?], man that track with smoke [?] on my throats, Shooting shows on tours Leave it to my pros and my young bro Joe Cause it's not his fault, they put a style on hoes And my other side each line I flow See my mind and my rhymes on both [?] Roka keep it loaded if know you better wanna run [?] Hating off the tongue, stay spitting hot bullets Now my whole verse down Come, Come [Hook: Dirty Sanchez] Come, Come Now Who's number one now? Thought it was a joke 'Til the numbers starting showing up [4x] [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Dirty want his money right now And his credit I deserve my respect for this shit that I imbedded I am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggas Who be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit so Fuck the government word to my brother man From the 5th Flo' Won't get fed if your mouth is closed That's something he told me The 47 Og's running it low key I'm still Dirty and I'm still 7: 30 My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certain Blind bitch baby, does the cover match them curtains? Still couldn't block my shine Chakras divrine like 33rd degree Fresh 47 embroidery Pro Era property, no loitering Can't say my whole team eating yet But I'm cooking up a mess Where syringes were pressed: dirty kitchen I'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinking Decider, we next stop Stop and then frisk Slaughtering pigs anybody can get it Shooting stars, now make a wish Rocking skins like the skins we rocking Powerpuff smoking on that blossom We're running the game and this shit is exhausting But I don't give a fuck cause this shit is awesome 47 [Hook: Dirty Sanchez] Come, Come Now Who's number one now? Thought it was a joke 'Til the numbers starting showing up [4x] [Verse 3: Jakk The Rhymer] I'm from the Era, where we never show weak niggas love They phonies, me and the homies smoking it up My only place first shorty never lost Off the bus in New York, trying to record Man, you're favorite rapper down the side Recognize, they don't play with eyes They an optical allusion like Optimus Prime Make a rhyme down in the summertime If I don't separate you and me I'm acknowledging your truancy Move like rocket ships, who are we? Move and sing, Word to my higher Buddha Seeing through the eyes of Judah I annihilate my loser The crown jeweler, Boundary of a Goddess Not the father of Brooklyn niggas is on Demanding in large, we the men in charge No progress, it's the Progress Start spreading love, Gospel Demanding in large, we the men in charge No progress, it's the Progress Start spreading love
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