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Correct All Dogs Go To Heaven Lyrics
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Ro Ransom
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Correct All Dogs Go To Heaven
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[Intro: Ro Ransom] Ay, yeah, ay, yeah Woo, uh Future shit, uh, yeah [Verse 1: Ro Ransom] Niggas was fronting on me but we've seen that before I just pulled up in some shit, you ain't seen that before Dawg, I was chasin' that money, we've been on the road I put my life in this shit, I can't take it no more The world in my hands My bitch make me feel like the man I need Franklins and Grants, oh West side shit - you won't understand [Hook: Ro Ransom] My God, can you imagine? Two moons since I seen Jasmine She knows how bad I want it God-damn, I need this shit My dawgs all lost without me This oxy got me drowsy Late night, I'm all alone Playing "Lord Knows" in the whip, yeah [Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue] Underground kings on this underground scene (king shit) Fuck who you checking for, we running episodes Might look like I can, these cameras won't let it show Don't let this game muzzle you hidden agendas Boy, don't get too comfortable, this ain't the Huxtables And I'ma need two to three racks to at least come and fuck with you Huh, and that's if I fuck with you Drowning a vision, a bitch to accustomed to Oh, yeah, you did it but it ain't untouchable Big-up your princess like she ain't un-fuckable Huh, the good ones go if you wait too long But I can turn saint to a sinner, let her roll with a winner It's much different of a dream to one, it's just facts, bro Wise up, sink full of dishes, you payin' tuition (you payin' tuition) I'm paying attention, everything's changed, I just raised my suspicion (that's real shit) Thought I was trippin' Coming to grips with the cost I was given I question that shit, guessing it's time to invest in that shit [Hook: Ro Ransom] My God, can you imagine? Two moons since I seen Jasmine She knows how bad I want it God-damn, I need this shit My dawgs all lost without me This oxy got me drowsy Late night, I'm all alone Playing "Lord Knows" in the whip, yeah [Verse 3: Ro Ransom] All my bitches got the molly nose Model sweat on my follicles Goddamn, I'm so hot I'm cold Four bands bet I'm coppin' clothes Debit cards, got a lot of those Hoes chase like the pot of gold Man-eater like Hall & Oates Say I'll call but I probably won't Feel like we got the monopoly All Summer long I was droppin' heat Feel like can't nobody stop the team Filippelli, Jayex, Rob and me God-damn, man, this shit too easy Man, I'll school a nigga, man, I'm Mr. Feeny I'm on ketamine and my nigga need me Breaking bread there; plate it with linguini God-damn, I'm in all black but she all white like I sold a brick Running round, catch a contact, party all night 'cause we 'bout this shit Riverside, that's my girl's spot, know she got money 'cause the paintings all on the wall and shit Misfits on some baller shit, let me talk my shit I been non-stop since November In the wonderland when there's cold weather Yesterday's clothes, I'm a go-getter Niggas hatin' on me but they know better than to mention Ro 'Cause I got that cut-the-tension flow Four wheel with suspension flow When the future's here, boy, the youth is here Time to let it go, nigga
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