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Correct No Lackin Lyrics
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Correct No Lackin
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[Intro] Got all these bands this money im stackin' My Squad, Squad. Turn up Got all these bands this money im stackin 300 [Hook] Got all these bands this money im stackin (x2) Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin(x2) Got all these bands this money im stackin(x2) Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin(x2) Got all these bands this money im stackin (x2) Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin(x2) Got all these bands this money im stackin (x2) Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin(x2) [Lil Reese] Niggas playing games don't even know whats crackin' And im out here in the field so this team no lackin' Im off the shits i won't stop im crackin' Got all these bands this money im stackin Ain't playing games you ain't find out whats crackin' We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin' Race to the money im speeding like a rabbit Got a lot of money try to take what im having You get clapped up and thats faster than a rabbit You get clapped up-- On 64th bitch we whats happenin' Try to come through you get clapped with the mac 300 shit bitch i been a savage [Hook] [Waka Flocka] He reached for it thats a dead body Elmer Fud double pound shotty My neck rocky and im off of molly My bitch bad with a buffet body Young nigga shoot that in a body All these bands got a nigga cocky Trapped in a club mothafucka Lil Reese get em Man down let the piece hit em Do it broadway and police with em' Yellow tape let the streets get em' Chalk him out White sheet denim Bow bow im bustin' at em Im ballin hard no NBA My bitch a diamond Lisa Raye Spent 20k at least a day Do it weekends nigga i do it everyday She with me she go everyway Count this money till my fingers hurt When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt Selling dope we ain't got to work Real nigga no tight shirt My gun dont work i got a knife You disrespect im doing life [Hook] [Wale] Lotta paper bring a lot of haters Capiche And the more you make Will be the more you make It ain't sweet (no) Well i do me (f'sho) Will i lose sleep (i dunno) If i fall down before they start counting back On my feet Lets go Its that flyraq meet chiraq Theres no contest with their flow All of my hairs out With young dreadlocks Couple real niggas from the go Like i said in one song Life is lame with no goals Barely brag about dope Whenever i dont you niggas ignore Chop be cooking that crack And talking hard rock And talking that snow Chop will send me that track I send that shit back Back of that hurst Trapping something i know Something i did Just keeping it real As a matter of fact You never moved crack But knowing yall routes Prolly throw a brick bitch [Hook]
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