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Correct Don't Let Them Foolya Lyrics
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Correct Don't Let Them Foolya
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Baby Beesh and Grimm [Chorus 2x] Don't let them foolya We just come to school ya Glory Glory Hallelujah No red against no blue You know you know Verse 1 [Baby Beesh] Now you livin that fast track Chasin that ass crack I be making my money fucking with the Jones and Nasdaq We be blowin on fat sacks And cacthing amnesia with these heaters Making beleivers out of haters and cheaters You know that violence interupts my dope trade I just do the herb no cocaine Don't be afraid boy To be all about your bread boy But wacth the devil cuase the devil he's decoy Destroy all the hate in your veins Count your change and rearrange Them games is played out man Them dirty mess they to stop it but I'm a playa profit I get the dope cook it up and rechop it [Chorus:] 2x Verse 2 [South Park Mexican] Smoking smelly Put a hole in your belly You wan't to test us oh really Got a call on my celley They wan't to bury us (ha ha)You fucking haters sound hilarious The craziest, I turn the brave to the scariest Smoke water and get wetter than aquarious Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets My future is clear just like a shot of vodka I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda If you jelous listen up fellas It's no problem to show you where hell is [Chorus:] 2x Verse 3 [Rasheed] While some niggas is stickin with ya Your murder is being choreographed Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath After the last laugh When the mutherfucken smoke clears Niggas broke hear Choking hanging like chandliers I bust at the man in the mirror Making my face crack But blaze that Rasheed dope house killa Keep it coming back or running back With a ball and chain in my hand Ain't no substain The man with the vision of the galexy span Verse 4 [Low G] Respect that It's the million dollar wetback In jet black You cross my line and get your head cracked Yea yea ya tu sabes qien soy Don't sweat me boy Ya tu sabes donde estoy I'm on the Hunt G The only street with the palm tree's It's Low G I only rap about what's done g You can't stop me Came to your city on a donkey The savior I'm bringing back the wet flava [Chorus:] 2x [South Park Mexican] He's on crack She's on snow He's so old he can't fuck no mo She's a whore he's a snicth Most of my niggas dying over a bicth
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