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Correct To Whom It May Concern Lyrics
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Correct To Whom It May Concern
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Lot of rappers all talk Can't believe shit that they say Ceo tryna stand up this Frito Lays Clocked in need a trip to Montego Bay Snuck in the OJ and I brought you bae Pop shit like Snoop But I think like Dre Boss movies like Jay but I'm right like Ye He ain't even make a 10 boy its not yo day Spent 10 on a fen boy my drib don't play Talking Fendi if you niggas ain't knowing designer Shawty bad I'm just tryna work my move behind her Hell nah I'll never let these niggas out shine me Had to cut niggas off They was moving too slimmey Had to cut these hoes off too I ain't fucking with you bitch 'cause you bad news Yeah you gotta fat ass with some tattoes But pussy don't pay the bills baby cash rules Niggas thinking I fell off Hell nah Had to sit back and observe shit Yeah I serve shit, fake love creepin' 'round had to serve shit Hell yeah my last deal was some herb shit Some bird shit But a nigga was working A nigga was clocked in Going through bullshit But keeping his thoughts in Put up my own bag A niggas was locked in Funded my own tour A nigga gon' flop when Please don't compare me to these sap ass niggas Ad-lib the whole song, can't rap ass niggas No diss I'm just telling what I see ass niggas Young Wayy, I'm the one they wanna be ass niggas 'Cause I done heard a lot of niggas tryna steal my flav I ain't tripping let me cook up some brand new waves Me and interscope gotta find the same damn page So I can finally take off and really have my way Why these niggas acting like I ain't drip in this shit Drop a mix-tape then I might drip in ya bitch Bet you never said hey I ain't feeling this shit Nah all my shit flame lil' stupid ass bitch Damn that was extreme So excuse my French Fashion week in New York so excuse my drench Fuck 12, young nigga had to jump that fence How the fuck you say you ball but you ride that bench Can't flex me and bro shit just don't mix I was broke a while back but the shit got fixed Got bored so I bought me some brand new sticks Chrona, I can't fall for them old ass tricks So glad that I'm done with that old ass deal Now the money comin' in, it's a brand new feel Work sound that's a click, we just want them M's All my niggas put in work, they deserve that thrill I work hard for this Plenty nights I done starved for this Fuck these niggas and these bitches too man I gotta thank God for this You ain't seen a nigga drip like this Half a mil' on whip like this Man you niggas ain't built like this Man you niggas ain't built like this Can I send them vibes yo way They want me to lose no way Can I send the vibes yo way Can I send the vibe Numb to the pain I can't feel no more Hate that my grandma ain't here no more Hate that my cousin ain't here no more Pop me a perc' I can't feel no more For real Pop me a perc' I can't feel no more Numbing the pain I can't feel no more Hate that my grandma ain't here no more Hate that my cousin ain't here no more I wanna see yo face again I wanna see your smile again
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