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Correct Yes Indeed (Plies Edition) Lyrics
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Lil Baby
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Correct Yes Indeed (Plies Edition)
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(feat. Plies & Drake) [Verse: Plies] Follow text told her I want to fuck her in Chanel Still fuck bitches like to do they own hair According to the bank I had a real good year Two-fifty for the set that’s foreign in my ear Cold ass niggas I can sell you a hit You do niggas fraud y’all ain't never sold shit Ain’t have to go to jail to get a buzz, lil bitch All y’all niggas like to do is ride dick All white on like Tony Montana Been had a bitch like Hannah Montana Black and Decker boys we just hop out and drill Drip runnin’ over we just hop put and spill Just told the label I want to buy out my deal Know she gon’ fuck she got on the pill Keep subtweeting make me put it in ya life Keep sneak dissin’ make me put it in ya wife Call me zebra I got mmm stripes Got me a bag I ain’t never look back Get voicemail if you can’t take pipe Got forty-five for a goddamn walk-through You actin’ rude ‘cus the promoter won’t pay you ‘Cus I got rich now you think I won't ‘barrass you ‘Cus you got a lil’ name think I won’t train you Laughin’ at you lil’ niggas braggin’ ‘bout a Rollie Whole team ain’t got one you probably shouldn’t show it Only way to ride in a foreign; floor it Why you in the strip club if you ain’t gon’ throw it Why you got the banger on you ain’t gon’ blow it Fire it out hey hey whole team eatin’ BG Hotboy whole team blingin’ Bought me a mansion imma cut off the roof Corporate lil’ bitch so I fucked her in a suit Left up put of Neiman, I done gave them people hell Forty grand cash had to count it by herself I just spent sixty get my dogs outta jail Just blew a bag and I’m going up still If I ain’t the G.O.A.T. what the fuck is you smokin’ Love that lil sound when it sound like she chockin’ Two mill in thirty days guess I’m kinda focused Told the bitch to not fuck me that was bogus I been trappin’ all night but I ain't really sleepin’ Bond money on deck Twelve couldn’t keep me When the streets hear this they gon’ tell me I was preachin’ Said her period just came on told me she was leakin’ Told her gotta wait ’til next month till Fiji They done made me mad now, now I’m finna spaz out I don’t give a fuck I might go buy a trap house Ima drop Purple Heart just shut the trap down One of my hoes told me I’m gettin’ kinda fat now Tol’ my hoe you think I give a fuck I got sack now These fuck niggas don’ woke me up Stay tuned
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