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Correct 7.62 Lyrics
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[Intro] Pipe that shit up TnT Dmac on the fuckin' track I say, uh, oh, yeah, look [Verse] In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it A whole lotta bring problems But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow Wanna see me demonstrate? '87 tea top Cultey, put it on the interstate Solitaire [?], they can't even see my face These hoes they want me to chase I don't keep my sneakers laced I don't ride [?] my key can't go to no valet Flew my cars out to LA I saw so many posin' and bitch we gon' need to vacate We been off for some decades Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades Get that boy a box of perfume, he got [?] Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like [?] Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie Lab man, he got [?] by the Ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on little homie We gon' get it [?] we don't land til the morning, huh Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh How you niggas do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch I been goin' through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin' When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me I know that [?] real good, I just can't put down the shit I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it Look at where I live You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib I pay more than 1.5 for it Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit Everything I thing about it, I be tryna spend some shit Long live all of my niggas where we done came Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
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