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Correct Never Had A Job Lyrics
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Fredo Santana
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Correct Never Had A Job
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Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star Gang with me don't get your ass popped Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap nigga, man I never had a job Real trap nigga, man I never had a job Spent a real big sack and it's still on the receipt in the register I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her Shit we just committed I ain't telling her Jury say I'm guilty, tryna stick me in the box Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top My young niggas fighting for their life, I gotta break them out Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out Slide down, we ain't dining in, we got to take them out Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out I'm addicted to money and fancy cars You ain't Glory Boy you ain't Savage Squad You know you can't be out after dark Let the tech and mac off, that's a damn menage My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj Went through her phone all I see is my collage I'm 61st and foreigns all up in my garages They be hating on me trying to sabotage Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star Gang with me don't get your ass popped Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap nigga, man I never had a job Real trap nigga, man I never had a job Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head Damn, the next day they found your ass dead All face shots man we don't shoot at legs Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds I let them play with big guns like them ARs You ain't Glory Boy, you ain't Savage Squad You ain't from the streets, you ain't with the mob Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star Gang with me don't get your ass popped Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car Real trap nigga, man I never had a job Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
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