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Correct Nun Of Dat Lyrics
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BlocBoy JB
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Correct Nun Of Dat
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(feat. Lil Pump) [Intro: BlocBoy JB] Ha, word Simi, load that fuckin' semi Hey (ha), hey, yeah [Chorus: BlocBoy JB] Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (word) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) That choppa turn you to a runnin' back, bitch (grrrah) Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom) I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word) You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that's on my mama) Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ho, better not say no more (what) Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go) You did the set, cool, say no more (no) I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word) Congratulations, you're welcome, you ho (ho) In the air, like a UFO (in the air) I'm pulling cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh How you a gangsta on crew control (word) Talking 'bout guns, I got two of those Bless him like somebody blew a nose I clean shit up like it's poop control (poop control) Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole More paper than a pope Say he want beef, it's a go Locked and load, let's go to they hood and pose Where they at, let me just find out All I need is a hideout (word) I'ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt) [Verse 1: BlocBoy JB] It's a race (ayy, it's a race) I can't hit your blunt 'cause it might just be laced (might be laced) And I can't fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh) I had a worst and mad ho askin' for favors I be smokin' on loud, just woke up the neighbors I'm in your house like I do your cable Snitched on your man, boy, you is a traitor (word) Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table Sunday we pray for senile for saviour DOA, that's first degree, can't save you I'm totin' shit like I'm Mater 2017, made The Fader Balling on niggas like Lakers I call up Ben for a fade up Chopper will spin you around 360, we getting these waves up She didn't want you so you raped her Call you a plate 'cause you ate her Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up She give me head 'til she get her lil grades up [Chorus: BlocBoy JB] Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (word) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) That chopper turn you to a runnin' back, bitch (grrrah) Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom) I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word) You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that's on my mama) Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ho, better not say no more Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store You did the set, cool, say no more I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho Congratulations, you're welcome, you ho In the air, like a UFO I'm pulling cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh How you a gangsta on crew control Talking 'bout guns, I got two of those Bless him like somebody blew a nose I clean shit up like it's poop control Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole More paper than a pope Say he want beef, it's a go Locked and load, let's go to they hood and pose Where they at, let me just find out All I need is a hideout, I'ma pull up in some drive out [Verse 2: Lil Pump] We been had your wife, man, we don't want your bitch (ouu) You sipping on Karo, we sip Actavis (chill) Don't need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh) I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn) Kick a bitch out of my house (ouu) Kick her ass out because she came with mid (chill) Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh) Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ouu) Ouu, we ain't with none of that, hoe (huh) I don't drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah) I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ouu) I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah) Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn) And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh) Could've bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat) I'm so rich but I still want more (more) I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills) Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil' (yeah) Got a lot of ice on my chains, it's real (wow) Sipping on Wock with Dr. Phil (ouu) Can't buy a pint if the bitch ain't sealed (nope) Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah) Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed) I'm on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh) [Chorus: BlocBoy JB] Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (word) Bitch, I ain't with none of that shit (none of that) That choppa turn you to a runnin' back, bitch (grrrah) Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom) I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word) You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that's on my mama) Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ho, better not say no more Bitch, get me some [?] from the store You did the set, cool, say no more I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho Congratulations, you're welcome, you ho In the air, like a UFO I'm pulling cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh How you a gangsta on crew control Talking 'bout guns, I got two of those Bless him like somebody blew a nose I clean shit up like it's poop control Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole More paper than a pope Say he want beef, it's a go Locked and load, let's go to they hood and pose Where they at, let me just find out All I need is a hideout, I'ma pull up in some drive out
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