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Correct The Waldorf Lyrics
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Correct The Waldorf
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Relaxed eatin’ good, Top floor of the Waldorf My game’s tighter than Pitbull pants The wrong glance at my dogs‚ you will get your whole face gnawed off Chillin’ with Yak‚ a nice robe‚ wit a broad And like that, I’m over her like a slight cold that I fought off When I’m trippin’, all expenses paid Lysol to a light switch bitch your click gets sprayed I’m too damn much‚ my words hit your pride like your girl looking you dead in the eyes telling you Man Up So don’t be surprised stop playing in the streets when you see the ride coming down the block No 2 hand touch beasty We all pawns in the game ak When the game stop no matter what piece you are we go in the same box so Until it’s over my homie I’ll be the flyest Ima chill and just kick back harder than leonidas We so scandalous you’re so talentless to your surprise I’ve been rollin’ with no manager who go challenges himself to switch styles Voldo check my soul caliber They saying rap is at an all-time low They playin’ limbo with it, niggas backs are touching the floor But I’m like Kimbo hitting known for letting all mine go The Big Mac fresh out the box letting these small fires know (Yeah) My road dogs expose y’all, y’all so fraud Runyan Ave. R block nigga we go hard In the middle of War remain so calm Strapped with the hardware like socom Pussy and all types of colors damn (Voltron) I be killing niggas daily on the mic though Used to try trap but I couldn’t get it right though That’s why I suck at trying to rap like them That's like Kodak and Uzi vert tryin’' to rap like Slim I ain’t hatin’‚ get your money and keep it moving But if we talkin’ real nigga language I speak it fluent Nigga don’t cross me I’m hella cocky Get hella Broccoli with feta Plus the cheddar bitches sweat him they hella moxy You gone end up shot trying to get this beretta off me Stars get bucked early while they yawning preparing coffee I’m spawning royalty King Jaffe lion head hanging over my shoulder Stealing the spotlight still but I’m seen hardly My hands are dangerous they’re something like instrumental from Dre known for nothing but slaps, hits, and bangers Look, this that jump off the roof flow That Chris Partlow with the hammer snoop in the tool store That thought process, that goodie that Kujo A known shooter, I’m loyal to shady, I’ve blown ruggers I’ve stomped niggas out in fights and left sore losers From now on if niggas disrespect me even slightly I’m a roof him Faster than a set of dice when I’m gambling and losing
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