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Correct The Damm Lyrics
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Yeah, it's Fulton County In the Woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads We done went back down the street And stayed from the concrete treads Chorus: Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill If you trill you betta not squeal Cause if you squeal, you will disappear Now that's for trill Chorus Verse One: Cool Breeze Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on (FREEZE!) I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak Get my money, then I'm out, back at the Embassy Suites I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit I'm East Pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason She work at the Parisian, and this is Polo season Bam, with them Calhouns, high-tops for my feet Outfit ain't missin nuttin like Brandy, peep That's how us Headland hustlers ball Next stop gonna be Greenbriar Mall Chorus Verse 2: Gipp Stay in the streets like a Herby Curby Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy 96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank I think, make you go blank, lookin for work Left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts At the airport, Gipp cruise the hood Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: Khujo You know we don't use the Goodie name to pack they function At the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn How to pick up an Alexander Graham Bell, for she get gripped Get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins One main pain was for soldiers to feel Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in Georgia The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl Cause she want to do what men do Chorus Verse 4: T-Mo, Cee-Lo How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea Of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is A poor playa with skills to build nations of people Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball While others get manipulated and fall Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first To cash in your V-club, is it really love That you feel for her, you a betta man than me To think I can't keep a girl that I like around me And so there's many that await, stay after plate My stomach full after I take a pull Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go Some thinkin, I'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes Some wanna little time, wanna conversate Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be At a piece of being broken for emotion at F-O-E's So she know it's gon' be a strike three But you gotta strike two, huh But at the damn I could find another just like you At The Damm I could find another just like you Huh, goodnight Boo
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