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Correct All I Want Lyrics
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Philthy Rich
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Correct All I Want
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[Verse 1: Team Eastside Peezy] Hit the club, thirty minutes, left with two bitches, nigga that's some real shit I ain't give them hoes a dime made 'em pay me, nigga that's a real pimp I'll fuck a nigga baby mama and don't feel sorry, not a little bit Sippin' dirty pineapple Fanta, got me so sleep that I don't feel shit RIP my nigga J-Bo, RIP my nigga Nef ho Rest in peace to Auntie Portland nigga, she taught a nigga how to sell dope Feds listen to everything we say, nigga I ain't talkin' on the cellphone Judge gave my nigga thirty-five, he was in his twenties, that's a red road I ain't fuckin' with you rat niggas, I ain't think about no pussy either I be in the streets every day, a nigga ain't gon' mush me or push me either I'm a real stand-up nigga, you be on your knees, you a pussy eater Sold thirty pints less than ten minutes, came right back, niggas couldn't believe it [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] This is all ways of thirty-seven Amiri jeans, I don't need a belt Grocery shopping in the wick line Used to pray to God that the cheese would melt Thirty pointers in the diamond chain Couple carats in the diamond ring Had to cut your phone out of range I ain't get the text, I ain't hear it ring New field playin' this shit, new niggas playin' this street VS1's in a nigga teeth, F & Co. made it, you can ask G Brooklyn bitch got some good pussy, ten K if you wanna book me Backwood full of killzone, gelato fire, not no cookie Detail on a new foreign, road runner, pull up on me when I call Oh 2018 your year? we gon' see how many of you niggas ball Versace boxers all on my ass, every day of the week got a new color Red seats, white Bentley truck, been thinkin' about paintin' it a new color, it's Philthy [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos [Verse 3: Cash Click Boog] Forty block and Ventraro, them my blocks since a day old Sold blocks on the same block, been stackin' up legos Keep shooters on stand-by, they shoot when I say so Stretch dog with the fentanyl, stretch lean with the Karo Big dog, that's all, fuckin' off, we don't save hoes Mac and cheese with the drumstick, we'll mash your potato Nigga talkin' 'bout attempted murder, lil dog we don't claim those Doin' drills in the same car, the same gun, the same clothes All I wanted was a Maybach, all I wanted was an AP Compare you to Denzel, compare me to Jay-Z I don't need niggas around me, still me when I'm in deep Quarter nine on a twenty ounce, I'm surprised that I ain't sleep [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos [Verse 4: Rockin Rolla] Pulled up with the Cash Click, bounced out, act an A-hole Bad bitch just cashed in, look like ten out of A-hole Ballin' hard like Kyrie, fade away on these fake hoes Lookin' for a brick of lean nigga, better not be Karo My lil bros move me, 'bout me they take your face off Me and Boog finna take off, hard work but it paid off Go against the grain, them choppers bang, get you whacked like Adolf We ain't takin' no days off, we gon' ball like the playoffs My wrist on skate, pull up i8 Tucked behind these dark tints, you can't see my face My bitch body's like J-Lo's, look at her waist Overlapping these broke niggas, come join this race, ayy [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos I ain't lyin' 'bout no pussy niggas, I ain't sweatin' no fake hoes All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo Pullin' up with the Stinc Team, bouncin' out with them dracos
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