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Correct F*ck 12 Lyrics
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Call real money, talkin' bout money Nothing but hunneds (wassup Rel?) That's the sound of them mocking birds and they humming Bow bow prow, that’s them hollow tips as they comin' Up with yo skirt! Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county Fuck! Da fuck? Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside Hurry up man, hurry up man Let's go nigga, let’s go come on It’s a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we runnin' out the back door Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando It’s a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we runnin' out the back door Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando It’s a knock on my front door They lookin' for Takeoff they heard on the streets I be sellin' that blow (who?) It’s a pot on a stove, up in a bowl A hundred blunts rolled I hit the back door Me and Quavo meet offset at the store Call real money, talkin' bout money Nothing but hunneds (wassup Rel?) That's the sound of them mocking birds and they humming Bow bow prow, that’s them hollow tips as they comin' Up with yo skirt! Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county Fuck! Pull up I skurt in that Audi Hit 200 on the highway Skip going crazy in the Mazzie Driving like a nigga caught a body Next day pull up in the 'rari Versace my belt like Ed Hardy I’m sellin' them burgers like Hardys My white boy he told me I'm gnarly It’s a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we runnin' out the back door Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando It’s a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we runnin' out the back door Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando Man fuck, my mama hit my phone Player in my home They won’t leave me alone (goddamn, aye nigga flex work) Might flex that work, skip by the dip He runnin' with a zip It’s a 100, I'm a make the quick trip Nigga u-turn, get outta here Two too many snakes in the grass Now somebody tellin' (Snake! Snake!) Here go 10 bands skip, get his cerebellum Wutchu mean hand you the pistol? Hear the Mac-11 It's 6 o'clock right now, I want that nigga dead at 7 Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news We all over the channels, Fox 5, 11 and 2 He said be safe lil' bro Just hit me when you need some money We taking G4 private plane We 'bout to leave the country It’s a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we runnin' out the back door Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando It’s a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we runnin' out the back door Droppin' pistols it's the life of that bando
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