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Correct My Dope House Lyrics
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Correct My Dope House
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My dope house, my dope house, yeah, trappin' out my dope house Eat, sleep in the dope house, quarter key worth of dope now Chillin' in my dope house, my dope house Niggas stickin' up the dope house None this shit in my dope house Porsche stained when I roll out I show 'em love but I love my money even more Disrespect, don't pay me? You gots to go (?) ship in them loads Disrespect and play me? You gots to go Now screw face that's my niggas, Diego that's my nigga And we kill for him and if a nigga try to kill him and I'mma die with him Cause Freddie keep a .45 with him ARs in the back and 9s with me Leaving bodies on the news Clean out the shoes bet it wasn't my niggas Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts Don't fuck with me, stay in your lane Thug everyday and never change, man And if I see another day I wake back up and do the same thing Don't fuck with me, stay in your lane Thug everyday and never change, man And if I see another day I wake back up and do the same thang My dope house, my dope house Straight blow at the dope house Popo at the dope house, snitch nigga must have told about it Down for a kidnap, for a kidnap Real nigga, we done did that At the crib with your motherfuckin' mama And your kids, know where everybody did that Everybody keep quiet Everybody on the floor Everybody gone see Bitch I'm from the east side Where everybody sell dope and everybody got heat (?) motherfuckers let the thangs spray up all day Hundred murders in a week Boys got cooked in the project hallway Ain't nobody gone speak Niggas mommas gonna weap I put your face on a shirt and get out of town (?) weed and a worry and I rolled it down That Ruger hide on my head and got 30 rounds I keep my hand on a chopper nigga Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts Don't fuck with me, stay in your lane Thug everyday and never change, man And if I see another day I wake back up and do the same thing Don't fuck with me, stay in your lane Thug everyday and never change, man And if I see another day I wake back up and do the same thang
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