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Correct From Tha Block Lyrics
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Birdman & Juvenile
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[Verse 1: Juvenile] I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in And all these average ass bitches lookin’ different The niggas workin' the door let all the chickens in A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends And I got money, I could trick a bitch And I don't give a motherfuck if she a six or ten Fuckin’ with my dough is when it's time to kill I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles I'm some "My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill I keep my bitch rockin' designer heels I'ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel [Chorus: Juvenile] Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps I’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but I can barely stop My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy I'm ’bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out LG money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchise The bad guy, got them killers on standby [Verse 2: Birdman] One face, put 'em in a race Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case Briefcase, hundred G’s, different states No lace, keep a K when I'm 'round my way Big day, big pay, nigga quick to spray Another way how we did it, nigga, back a day Hustle ways, nigga did it in the hallway Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame [Chorus: Juvenile] Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out LG money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchise The bad guy, got them killers on standby [Verse 3: Juvenile & Birdman] I got a pocket full of dead folks Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks Matchin' jewelry and cars, and all that shit paid for The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh? The High Life that we paid for Bentley with them customs and we laid low Bad bitch with some old soul We hit 'em up 'bout this cash flow You lil' niggas better take notes 'Cause when your money up and these bitches know it, they way more 'Cause shit we took it from the project to the lakeshores You know she fuckin', nigga, tell her keep her legs closed Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows A hundred G's with a hundred floors Rags to richs with the marble floor And the Bentley with that calico [Chorus: Juvenile] Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out LG money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchise The bad guy, got them killers on standby
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