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Correct Every Since Lyrics
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[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist] You say you gettin' money and guap She tell me that she love me (She don't love me) You know all my bitches love me (Don't you know) And all my niggas on that fuck shit (On that fuck shit) Fauni got the Glock (Fauni got a Glock) Carti got the Glock (Carti got a Glock) I can't even cool it on my block Fuck 12 and fuck all of the ops Help me Lord, I need help, I can't even help myself I know she don't want me That bitch only want my wealth (Only want my wealth) All this Gucci, all this Louis, all that Dolce on my belt I'm the golden ticket bitch, I feel like Johnny Depp Now this bitch on her knees She on molly water leanin' She don't speak no English Only Thai and Portuguese In the trap house doing numbers Bando feel like Japanese Nigga challenge me I'mma spray just like Febreze I done spent too much at Gucci I done spent too much at Fendi I just thank the lord that the plug was fucking with me I'm a real Atlanta nigga posted up and eating bullets Realin' like the plug Let the pipes go for the 50 [Hook: Playboi Carti] Ever since you left my side (29) I keep my nine on my side, yeah yeah yeah It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead (yeah yeah yeah) Bitch I'm pouring for you I'm the bakers man Bitch I'm moving pies Say he moving weight (Nah) Boy he telling lies Why should I lie about this money (Why should I lie about this money) Why should I lie about this money (Cash) Cash [Verse 2: Thouxanband Fauni] I'm well connected if you need a snow deal You could be a street nigga or you can be some roadkill Thouxanband capsules Boy you know we about them big deals And I need a million just for a decent meal My main bitch keep on lurking And my sidebitch hardly working Like an ulcer it's gonna surface I ain't shit but I got a purpose If trill mean that you too broke then I been trill But I never wore no Been Trill Like blue, like red, like white pills And I'm selling gas call me Hank Hill That's propane and a gold chain Chrome's on the rim when I road rage And I keep about 12 in a birdcage Fuck the trill wave I rep the real wave I know too many want to get paid If you talk too much, get your trap raid All these pussy ass niggas don't say And I'm a little old bitch but just don't hate [Hook: Playboi Carti] Ever since you left my side (29) I keep my nine on my side, yeah yeah yeah It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead (yeah yeah yeah) Bitch I'm pouring for you I'm the bakers man Bitch I'm moving pies Say he moving weight (Nah) Boy he telling lies Why should I lie about this money (Why should I lie about this money) Why should I lie about this money (Cash) Cash [Verse 3: Playboi Carti] She say Carti, she love me (Carti, I love you) Designer, I love it (Designer, I love you) A.P.C. jeans, yeah they stay stunting She crushing Coolin' with the plug I'm in the Mink, I got a snug Hoe don't wanna hug I just want some fucking guns Hold up, for real Diamonds wet they drip for real I'm the sub like I'm ill In high school I flipped them pills Collecting in the field On a hundred fishsticks swag Jmoney Big boy blunting Trap house stay trapping Motor crossed on him Can't kick it with no lame Getting top while I'm in the coupe Switching lanes bitch, skrt Slight work Young nigga Yeah I been bankin' Yeah, [?] 2900 yeah you know we with the shits Flipping bricks, got another brick [Hook: Playboi Carti] Ever since you left my side (29) I keep my nine on my side, yeah yeah yeah It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead (yeah yeah yeah) Bitch I'm pouring for you I'm the bakers man Bitch I'm moving pies Say he moving weight (Nah) Boy he telling lies Why should I lie about this money (Why should I lie about this money) Why should I lie about this money (Cash) Cash
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