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Correct Finer Thingz Lyrics
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Correct Finer Thingz
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I go crazy with my.. Finest bitch Where you find this bitch Thats my finest bitch Any sign of the police nigga Ay, gang [Hook] All that money bring to finer things All the necklaces, all the diamond rings I go crazy with my finest bitch Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer shit Money in and out the mansion like the bunny ran If polices pull us over, stuff our underpants Got the act and make it rain, i'm the thunder man Call my brother and we keep that shit one hundred man [Verse: 1] Just another day, my block no flee Police rolled up like five six deep nigga Hands on the wall, nigga spread yo feet nigga Bang bang bang, Skeet skeet skeet Big fall, all fall deep in the jeep Night time switch it up, choppa game on fleek Nigga you ain't never here, never watch my sleep nigga Got the riches runnin in by the flea nigga Flip a pack, send it back last week nigga No feast 16, free street nigga Pent house say BBC nigga Double back, fuck that delete nigga You try, you die, you weak nigga No 945 could see nigga Fuck a beat, i was raised in the street nigga Young nigga got paid in the street nigga I can remember just back in the day I was a youngin just packin the tray Walk with my bitch and we hop on the train Toting the glick, cause i walk with a dane Police is hawkin, remember my name We do no talkin, no coughin up names If you get hit with this snitch and this pendant We gon go crazy like fuck the beginnin [Hook] All that money bring to finer things All the necklaces, all the diamond rings I go crazy with my finest bitch Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer shit Money in and out the mansion like the bunny ran If polices pull us over, stuff our underpants Got the act and make it rain, i'm the thunder man Call my brother and we keep that shit one hundred man [Verse: 2} Nigga just another day, we the slutty boy gang Got phone blowing up, pussy pullin on my chain Nigga word to the dead who ain't ever said names She gon fuck with us for the money and the fame Black Maybach with the strap switch lanes All the hoes i fuck, i could never be a lame Double mg, gettin head on the plane I remember when i used to fuck hoes on the train Black four fifth, thats an S.I.G Shoot a nigga in the face, no case I.D Hit em in the shit, real swift i leave Nigga we ain't ever low, so come try me Blue face hundreds, and the pig fake figures And my bitch ain't fuckin if you niggas ain't trigga Beef in the streets, man i know you ain't with it I shoot a nigga dead, nigga you ain't ever did it Bitch real bad, nigga you ain't ever hit it You was quiet in the classroom and i ain't pay attention Big four, all 33, no pimpin Two hoes in the kitchen, nigga im Jack Tripper Bitch so bad nigga you ain't ever hit it You was quiet in the classroom and i ain't pay attention Big four, all 33, no pimpin Two hoes in the kitchen, nigga im Jack Tripper [Hook] All that money bring to finer things All the necklaces, all the diamond rings I go crazy with my finest bitch Buy her Gucci, buy her Louis, that designer shit Money in and out the mansion like the bunny ran If polices pull us over, stuff our underpants Got the act and make it rain, i'm the thunder man Call my brother and we keep that shit one hundred man
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