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Correct Who The F*** Is That? (Explicit Version) Lyrics
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Correct Who The F*** Is That? (Explicit Version)
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I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them niggas like who the fuck is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them hoes like who the fuck is that? Hit the door like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the fuck is that? Pull up in somethin’ tinted, two hundred on the dash Y’all shit rented, hot drop cash, watch the doors lift up This nigga then went mad, I'm what you never had Some of this, and some of that Tell that bitch to give me a kiss, then I smack her on the ass Throw a stack at her and laugh This shit to me ain’t nothing How much money do you have? That’s not up for discussion I’ll be mashing out in something European on them buttons I been rich since I was eleven My grams look like sevens My killers look like reverends And you better count your blessings Konvict piece around my neck Misdemeanor on my wrist Got a felon on my pinkie Got you blinkin’ when it gliss I got strippers on the payroll Chargers in Diego Yayo like it’s mayo Don't play around me pesos You should see this steelow Neighborhood nino Bitches call me Dolla But these niggas call me Debo I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them niggas like who the fuck is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them hoes like who the fuck is that? Hit the door like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the fuck is that? Shinin’ like a motherfucker BBS is blankin' Steve Erkle bought a ton That purple stay stinkin' You talk to that nigga, I got swag, I got juice See me in that Bentley Coup Right in front of runnin’ shoop You be runnin’ when I shoot I be shootin’ when you runnin' Con got me out the streets Told me Dolla get that money Now I’m the club stuntin’ like la la la la Laughin’ at these clown niggas like ha ha ha ha Look, you fuckin’ with a winner Strippin’ lobster for the dinner Veteran in the game You wasn’t niggas, just beginners And my d boy stance bout to pop a rubber band Fuck that fightin’ in the club You niggas fuckin’ up my plans I’m tryna get a dance, her name and her number Take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer You niggas make it rain while Dolla make it thunda Album comin’ soon, bitch, get ready for the summer I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them niggas like who the fuck is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them hoes like who the fuck is that? I'm like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like ooo wee Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down Walk through the club me and mug haters down Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he? I straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room Take VI, Chevy go zoom I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them niggas like who the fuck is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them hoes like who the fuck is that? I'm like right left back forth Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the fuck is that?
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