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Correct No Dice Lyrics
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Chuck Strangers
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Correct No Dice
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"There is a message in uh all of my music It's all about uhh doin' People doing something else other than what they have done But what they have done is the possible And the world the way it is today is result of the possible that they did" Today was like one of those days When, all you thinkin' bout' is how to get paid I throw the ivory while broke bitches die for me Said he had crack but he lied to me That's no dice, your footwork ain't nice I'm fucking around in the dice game Niggas think I'm soft 'cause they is in the rap game And I don't answer when they hit me, niggas turn to sissies Bitches clamin' that they miss me Just the first steps of becoming a G I used to ace out in the past though Now before I roll, I rubbed it on Shorty ass yo four, five, six, you niggas give up the cash slow Chucky need the old Barkers and a fresh bag of the hydro Son, you can't even fuck with that When I was younger we do dice to stop the hunger [?] 'Cause my nigga got a weapon and he fresh outta fucks He ain't gotta untuck, I let the dice hit him up We been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape Brooklyn 07' of God year When Chuck Strangers finally made the soul reappear You was crusin' in your Bentley, or your Bimmer, or your Jeep We was ridin' in the Camry, bobbin' to the beat Pop texts me a flick of us chillin' on his Honda "Son if you blow up, keep this shit as a reminder" I lace up my Nikes and I kiss my Cleopatra 'Cause only through love will, we become a factor And lately I been going stupid 'Cause they don't see how I'm ruthless, like the Coop is I'm ruthless like Easy, I'm thinkin' bout' Steezey Thinking death hurts, I'm riding down [?] Just leave it to the experts Charles been in charge since the pre-paid psychic cards When I was typin' on aim, I was soakin' up game, and Now I'm in the cut with two Latinas you seen us seem like they specializing, pressurizing penis She pull out the Regis Too bad I don't ski bitch Always knew I would be rich From the day I walked on mom's floor, 64, and she slapped my shit Now I'm cussin' in the phone 'cause they owe me bitch We went out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape I-I been out I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I been out I-I-I-I-I-I-I- been out gettin' dollars I-I-I-I-I-Ii been out gettin' dolla-dollars, gettin' dollars Ge-ge-ge-ge-gettin' dollars "say what?" "How yall' feel out there?" "Say what?"
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