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Correct Repo (Cassidy Diss) Lyrics
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Meek Mill
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Correct Repo (Cassidy Diss)
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Really? You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! Body Cass, put 'em in a body bag Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash I took you hater niggas spot that???s why you prolly mad! My story, all guts, glory Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me 20 years on me, me and my army Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me I came from the bottom where they never make it at With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas G550 when we glide on you niggas like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up! Black Maserati, chinchillas for Papi Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas play me? If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me Drophead with the top down and the A.C. On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin' I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that? 100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?" Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town I heard your car got re-poed But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga What you made this year? What you worth nigga? I dropped "Dreams
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