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Correct Tell Them MF's We Made It Lyrics
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Now what the hell should I care about, nothing I'm Paramount, fuck it bring the Maclaren out She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out French connection, I Paris my whereabouts You still in your parents' house I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse No pants derriere is out I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows I fuck with some street killers and D dealers We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers I fuck with some blunt smokers and E-pillers You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us Onion booty and some yoga pants She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance I got paper and she over stamps I got a message for the haters man [Chorus] Tell them muhfuckas we made it (x4) Live good, still hood Grind hard like a real nigga should 1hunnid, stay true Let 'em know, tell them muhfuckas we made it Yeah, tell them muhfuckas we made it Johnny Blue, tell them muhfuckas we faded Middle finger you and them mothafuckas who hate it Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica On my birthday gettin' my cake up You dudes Hollywood, say what? I call you virtual sex, you fake fucks I don't think you want a problem I'm Andy Warhol and ??? on boardwalk I'm awesome when I draw guns Be somewhere in Boston when the law come With a bad bitch and she know it's pimpin' Her accent is like Lois Griffin The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken Some red wine, let's toast to livin' [Chorus] Breaking news, we making moves You new niggas listen, pay your dues Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes Box me, you need a drug test Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest Then I tell your ho put on her fuck dress Give me brains for fame, that's success The best revenge and this is murder now You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down VH1 bitch in a black Carerra Gettin' Viacom pussy in this ratchet era Fuck her weave up and her black mascara Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera [Chorus]
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