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Correct Rubbin' Off The Paint Lyrics
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Vince Staples
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Correct Rubbin' Off The Paint
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They be like stupid, where you been at? We ain't seen you in weeks Yeah, I been tryna catch a body off of John and em' streets They went and killed my lil' homie so I'm back on the east Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat They call me stupid 'cause I shoot it, I don't think I don't blink I been wit' it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P You ain't down to keep it silent, you ain't down to catch a body Boy, I hopped up off the porch banging norf illuminati When I hop up out the four-door, don't you touch my body This is undercover brother I am not in no Givenchy Know you know it but I gotta say it baby, I'm from Comp' If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don't be sloppy If I catch you with your four hoe, we killin' everybody Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie And my crime be stomp and fade Boosie in the trunk with face But if they interroga-ting, I don't know nobody I ain't with the business This is just an image I ain't hurt nobody I don't know who did it Buster sending jade face harboring the snitches Enemies stalking me harder than the sitches Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures Now his momma talkin' 'bout "Somebody know who did it, my baby ain't deserve it" She crying at the service In the streets in triple C's and stealing jeans from mervyns Trigger squeezers, split the scene I iced them with the Gervin Finger roll, we seen them toll He said it ain't on purpose Now we up in medical they askin' why he said it cold Better know I never change Runnin' with these yanks Poppy block Down the 65th, down the 68th Want a shot, you will never get But we came to play And free Killer Cash from the A
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