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Correct 2:31 AM Freestyle Lyrics
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Correct 2:31 AM Freestyle
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[Verse] Tuck your chain when you come around us I'm not getting booted, I just popped a downer She a bustdown, Instagram where I found her I was getting paid, bands on the counter Remember them days, mama taught me my manners We in the kitchen whippin' soup like Campbells Can't come to our city, your show getting cancelled In Parks Mall, these bitches notice me They tryna take pictures, I'm tryna beat it Can't listen to shit, I throw out your CD Who ever thought I'd be on TV? Who ever thought I'd be on WorldStar? Fuck the rap shit, we still servin' four bars He paid for a twelve, I just give him four bars Higher than a bitch, shoot a video on Mars I got a sack like Santa Claus You can't say shit with my dick in your jaw Shoot up the car, make it stop like pause Stop tryna act tough, you grew some balls Your ass came in, they do not like it I knew I would make it, I think I'm a physic I play a bitch, I'm P like pirate Off molly, she geekin' like Miley Cyrus I do not eat McDonalds no more Might post on the east, might go to Park Road You diss, you die, you reap what you sow We see green, that mean go We got them bands, we make niggas go Long story short, niggas turn to a ghost Think 'fore you act, don't die for a post We chop niggas up, we make 'em look gross I had to go get some rank My racks in a shoebox, don't fuck with the bank Oh that's all you got? oh that's what we take Like he was cold, we make niggas shake You a bitch, we'll give you a wedgie I'm in the hood store buyin' Lil Debbie You funny like Eddie I got the Glock so you better be ready (glocky) I'm gaining weight, pouring too much meddy I pour up the muddy Come to the airport, take all your luggage I love flexin' shit 'cause I came from nothin' He thought it was Hi-Tech but it was 'Tussin Did hairless shit, I ain't worried 'bout karma You smokin' corn like your daddy a farmer He ain't went to jail, your daddy informant Don't shoot in the air, we don't give warning Play with that gang, that's a fatal attraction Boy you gon' die, you keep doin' that cappin' I be juggin' more than rappin' Lil nigga can break 'em down like a fraction, ooh
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