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Correct Intro (Georgetown) Lyrics
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Correct Intro (Georgetown)
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[Verse 1:] I got my eye on the score, my new bitch a whore I swear I just met her, she say she fucked me before N*gga, I shoot up your Beamer then hopped in a Porsche We been here before, I got money galore And I pride myself, this nine on my belt Play with your health then take on a shelf Bang, I smoke like an elf I’m rich by myself Yo bitch with my guys we bout to take out cirocs I load up my chopper, I’m finna go slide You know I’m a killer, just look in my eyes I shoot at his base, he acting surprised I told you we’re crazy, don’t play Cause I hate the job [Verse 2:] My new bitch a geeko a thirty manino I fuck her then leave her Her pussy pop through my speaker They white like Selena, a packed out arena My Rolex is cleaner My white bitch a diva Her daddy a lawyer We both know I need her But when I beat this case I swear this God I’mma leave her Bring this back to my city Georgetown with my niggas Made it East with my junkie Stadium with my strippers You PT with my migo This is multi kilo I got coke out for dealo Then gon’ fuck in my be yo N*gga, middle finger to see yo Vegas to Rino Run them high out to Mali I see them marrow and Cleo I got bangers and nervers I see police I’m swerving Got my wife in the town My bitch behind her I’m scourging I know I’m young I deserve it Money splurging on purpose I bought the slutty boys a house Bitch get the fuck out bitch Out bitch [Verse 3:] Should be sucking dick You run your mouth bitch I can make the money flip but I can’t buy no house fit Dog, bitch he from outta town he buy the counterfeit Set him up, take him down Then evac, know who I found him with Sound kick, 50 clip Hunnid round chopper kit I’m a be at hunnid East staking shrimp with chopsticks Clean shit, shopping chopper blocks what you got kid Dimple hit a nigga in the chest like a drop kick Oh shit Feds haunting, sleeping with my old bitch I fuck with her, she likes to keep the stove lit Africans and Mexicans, goony town all kinda bad Shooter from Afghanistan, here’s to shit you never had Young Mo, five thou, Chris Bo, side South Dough low, young and throwing bullets like he romo Oh no I just caught the yabba for the low low FUcking with the cash black body bag polo Niggas say he want the B, caught him at the go go Ask him what he get from me This murder shit don’t work for free Play with me, you pay a fee Snitches stay away from me These bitches lay with me, they wanna make a way for me Hustling no chasing me, I’m bout the paper basically Never sleep, A to Z, I turn the ones and twos to three Lots of killers under me, right here where I wanna be I don’t fuck with pussy niggas, Them niggas not one of me Forty four to thirty three, my father sells anything But he don’t know the drama that this semi brings I run my own shit I got my own thing What you mean? Slutty boys over everything What you mean? Slutty boys over everything I’m 500 thousand up on you niggas And I come from North East niga Ain’t got shit to say Georgetown nigga, Georgetown nigga Let’s get that money
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