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Correct I Promise You Lyrics
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Correct I Promise You
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[Intro] I—You already—You know 16 ran it up (Yeah) I got your back, Slatt, I promise you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, yeah (Ha) [Chorus] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talm 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a—uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) ( [?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talm 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talm 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh Talm 'bout, ooh [Verse 1] Ooh, uh, ooh Hermes link, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Ride around, bih, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Ride on my dick, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Keep a bad bih, what you talm 'bout? Ooh (Slatt) Keep this bih lit, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Smoke a whole pound, what you talm 'bout? Been playin' wit' yo' bih, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Bag in the brief, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Carti got six, what you talm 'bout? (Blatt) Nigga got rich, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Bentleys and Lambs, what you talm 'bout? Ooh I'm with my bih and we vibin' out Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth All of these eaters gon' find it out I'm in this bih and I'm vibin' out I'm in this bih, fuck he talkin' 'bout? Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bih, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt) Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky) Ayy, I can see niggas that rockin' with me (Ha) [Chorus] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talm 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a—uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) ( [?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talm 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talm 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh Talm 'bout, ooh [Verse 2] I'm a young og, bih, yeah, ayy Young nigga don't know me, bih, yeah I don't even owe you shit, yeah I pull up, too much drip, yeah I pull up, too many bitches, yeah Iced out Patek, bih, yeah (Patek) I ain't even pay for shit, yeah Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bih, yeah ('Bout a bitch) Put a red dot on your head, yeah Cut a bitch off, no legs And the girl stay red on red, yeah And the juice stay red on red, yeah In the back room suckin', talm 'bout Southside, nigga, we talm 'bout, yeah We don't do sets, what you talm 'bout? Yeah We don't do that, what you talm 'bout? Ooh We spend racks, what you talm 'bout? Yeah Too many beans, I'ma pass out (Pass out) I'm on that lean with the tec out (Tec out) Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (What?) We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha) [Chorus] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talm 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a—uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) ( [?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talm 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talm 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh) Talm 'bout, ooh
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