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Correct Fiends In Hamsterdam Lyrics
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Correct Fiends In Hamsterdam
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[Verse 1: Bas] Let these niggas know Bas got sicker flows Ride low, eyes closed, hydro, piccolo And them bitches know Bas got thicker dough Fly you Cairo, eyes low, poconos Poke a ho next week, I skip a ho, try you, by you, all I’m in it for Never hit it raw, less I hit it raw Why you, lie you, know you slippin for Never lie, never front, never cheat But I chief hella blunts every month, every week Every day, every hour she mookin fiends thourpees Purple beats or sour keys My speakers get you off yo keester, form a crowd and scream Fuck you too, the coward leave So fly, I shit stars Play chicks like guitars, or sitars Big fry I large, them girls make you hard, we ménage My mind got sick bars Your mind on those cars, you retard Who tryna pull over my car, damn? Fuckin boys Cool it serge cuz I just reviewed my laws and you a fraud Ask the bitches in the kennel, tell em who the dog? Bas And them mookin fiends is who the squad, who are yall? Who them broads? We fucked em all Who them broads? We fucked em all [Hook] Mookin fiends, money gang I threw a party, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came Mookin fiends, money gang I threw a party, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came [Verse 2: Jota] Check my fresh, I’m fly as shit MJ flyin on my kicks Bad chick lyin on my dick I’m never lyin bout how I live I always stay high as shit And always make dollars, bitch Always make these dollars, what? I ball, got screwed on scholarship I’m steady poppin bottles with these models and these college chicks And I never politic I spit that tree and slide them thick Jota from Chi City but NYC's where I fuckin live Jota fucked your bitch Yo sister, mom and auntie, shit Super mookin fiends, that’s my team I’m fadin faders, part that weed Roll up the blunts fam, roll up the trees We fiends, we do this every week Every week’s like every day These rappers deserve severance pay Cuz they lame, the fiends spit flame Now watch me pearl this paper plane Spark it, fuck a narc bitch, I’m a shark bitch Eatin up little fishes and bitches These rappers is six feet ditches Wannabe hoes, tell you just wish it Wannabe hoes, top bitch, just listen Fuck hoes, and crush J’s Smoke haze and get paid I’m on that shit every day [Hook] Mookin fiends, money gang I threw a party, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came Mookin fiends, money gang I threw a party, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came [Verse 3: Bas] I see the game like Tron so I play the snake niggas only wanna drop yo name when you made it Fuck yo dough, shout out to my nigga Dre the man Nitty got a blitty and that thing straight sadist Ridin round the city with her bitty inflated That’s blowin my phone, I know that same chick you dated Got me going like ocho loco, I know that drink is invigorating Fat shots to the underrated That’s me, I brag, Ogee beats boom like Iraq Fly as shit, don’t you hijack You will see my goons fly past All black Jag, all black mask All black rata ta ta ta ta ta You threw white rags, why? Damn you are quite fag I just flew, I feel a slight lag On these tracks, miles ahead, you twice lap Ego bruised, you come through With ice packs I come through With 5 bags, why why why I’m on my Dubai swag My Dubai swag, my Dubai swag All these bitches on me cause I uh ah ah We gon leave the party, ain’t gonna uh ah ah Big D is the homie so he’s next, that’s tax bitch [Hook] Mookin fiends, money gang I threw a party, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came Mookin fiends, money gang I threw a party, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came I fucked em' up, them hunnids' came
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