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Correct Follow Deez Lyrics
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Correct Follow Deez
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No one will stop me Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it He blessed the nigga the B-I-G, now watch me gobble, homie I put the bottle down, hit the throttle, got 'em now Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all around my style I'm like the bandage on mummy, I got that wrap-around Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas who tryin' to snatch the sound Asinine like my public company tryin' to cash me out Catch me outside and we can see what all that yappin' 'bout Gladiators with radiators that run hot Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia Got Louisiana geechies whose manners are out of order Be easy when you see me, salute me and keep it baller My only tigers comes with stripes, I pipe it up for every bar of 'em Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me Had it for some years, now the means like a trophy My windows up, I got my main thing rollin' I trust her so I know she gon' do it just how I showed her I'm only high when I'm really in the act of smoking What's the journey Homie, I'm back to square one Double up somethin' Convertibles will make a bitch want to fuck some And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em, then I'm ducking 'em Back in the studio hustlin', bitch we cook drugs in here You was livin' under false impressions You not really a G, dawg, you got false credit Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Say we can do what millionaires can can can The green Dickies suit is garbage can gram man And what we smokin' come from Oakland via San Fran Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin', no grandstand Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne You hear a 'skrrt,' then you hear a 'blrrt,' hit the ground, mayne Them niggas fuckin', out of a bucket, them niggas bustin' Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches What's this I witness, these niggas simpin', they Winchell's pimpin' Don't even honor, they baby mama, but pay for bitches Ay, partner, that shit ain't playa, stop lookin' lame Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around Follow me into a land where Impalas squat Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
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