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Correct And You Lyrics
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Correct And You
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(feat. IDK & Bas) [Intro: Token] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Token] Young ass kid with great ass credit Even my DJ said it, torture me to a insane menace Ocean view, we ain't jealous Life is a beach, that beach ain't Venice Pull up with a racket like Wii Play Tennis My bitch look like Elaine Benes Dirty mouth, I don't groom, wife the bitch, nah I don't groom Foreign bitch, Heidi Klum, scoop the bitch, I'm the spoon Bitch the witch, I'm the broom, dead the bitch, I'm the tomb Good afternoon, how ya doin'? Oh, I'm okay man, I can't complain It ain't my shit if it don't bang Look, my forehead got the "V" vein That "V" stand for "Very Deranged" I get a zombie, but ya need brain I get her kidneys where my kids hang I get a big dream and a big name I get your bitch key on my keychain [Pre-Chorus: Token] Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy) Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (Mayday) I'm in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (Pay-pay) I'm in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (J-K) [Chorus: Token] I'ma kill you and you and you You and you and you and you and you (Yeah) You too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you Who? [Verse 2: IDK] Who? Him Shot, shot (Ah!) Duck, duck (Down!) Make a nigga run like goose (Uh) Pull up in the backstreet, pull out that heat Scream "Ricky!" Boyz n the Hood Red beam and I speed off Balancin' the rap and trap and so she's soft Give a nigga asthma attack, he can't breathe, y'all You don't really understand, you need ESAW With feet off, I still run the rap game for the new niggas My career feel like the new Jigga Your career feel like the new Tigga Can anybody tell me who bigger? Who figure? I don't really fuck with industry friends If you really know what's up, most niggas pretend Everybody want beef, everybody's reachin' When you ready for the smoke, everybody's ePen Everybody's sleepin' on the kingpin Make a nigga really seep in when I creep in Booked every fuckin' weekend 'til the week ends You keep tryna pretend you don't see him 'Til I blow up, ISIS, Middle-Eastern, boom! [Pre-Chorus: Token] Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (Mayday) I'm in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (Pay-pay) I'm in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (J-K) [Chorus: Token] I'ma kill you and you and you You and you and you and you and you (Yeah) You too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you [Verse 3: Bas & Token] Not what I want, but I feel like I planned it I am the iceberg in the Titanic Bas sink ships, bitch, better than this do You and you and you and (You) No rap crew, let's keep it organic No fast food, bitch, keep it organic Come on my tour bus, see an assortment Fruits and host a killa, too You and you, hers and his Told my bitch I don't chase no bitch Yeah, fuck I chase a bitch for? Now I ain't got the patience The countin' got my wrist sore Been flippin' through big faces Them Benjamins, they packed in They claustrophobic (Get 'em) Bassy dope and Token hold consignment Comin' off the corner like a blown assignment Blowin' chronic, bitch I saw you shinin' Settin' fires with the phony diamonds Made me laugh 'til I hold my side Your jeweler drive a Uber on the side You niggas sus, you won't come outside With some of mine outside, NY, let's get it [Pre-Chorus: Token] Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy) Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (Mayday) I'm in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (Pay-pay) I'm in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (J-K) [Chorus: Token] I'ma kill you and you and you You and you and you and you and you (Yeah) You too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you [Verse 4: Token] Ayy, tell my fans I'm a genius (Genius) Tell my girlfriend that I'm leaving (Goodbye) My bitch ask me for the truth, I told her the truth is I got secrets Comin' home like I'm all smelling like money and hoes Oh no my mama no believe it Hotel room got too much space, I could fit all my demons All my demons, all my habits, all my homies How y'all feeling? Feelin' in charge, get in my car My bitch ass got a Michelin star I don't sleep, I don't set alarms When I speak, it's a seminar If I said the bar, then I set the bar I could buy your self-worth with my debit card, God damn
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