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Correct October / 3 Storms Lyrics
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(feat. EARTHGANG) [Verse 1: J.I.D.] I had a dream, had a dream Seen things, tryna paint a scene Lot of weed so I don't really dream More like a kush coma cuz this shit was distinct Yea, I ain't go too deep just to tell you I'll be the king by the end of the week Exit the stage to your left, take that front row seat, you've been impeached She wet them sheets when I rap offbeat JID DiCaprio, put a cap in your soul, dig deep That nigga a fool, he shot the nigga midweek Couldn't sleep for a week and he still on the streets I'm just another man in the mind from the East Had to put down the cleats when I picked up the beats Rapping under my helmet, they throwing hail marys Hellbent on being the best, I had to pick one so tell me somebody Nah, that's just combat for you wombats Your niggas react like tomcats to a strong bat My niggas just tell me they want that so they hunt that Taunt that until it's in a lunch sack, greatness Get your show or your stage ripped, going ape shit I'm just a nigga from the 6, hop off the grave-ship Slave-shift, great shit, momma I made it And I hope it never fades but it will one day In the days that y'all got to suck seeds to fucking succeed I'm in my all black tuxedo, hair nappy JID Buckwheat My girl tryna leave cuz she probably tryna fuck me Probably tryna puff weed [Interlude: J.I.D] Blood on the leaves, blood on the leaves They killing niggas for drugs, that's blood on the weed Some dumb shit [Verse 2: Johnny Venus] Initial, Check Sweat drippin down my neck Anybody's guess what a nigga gon do next First chair, I can't rest Middle names yet I'm anxious These niggas ain't about they Hanes yet Nightmares, I can't breath Pain test, asteroid, I came blessed Still, Spill Vill til they sorting out my will Lehman Brothers, Goldman Sachs, til they sorting out my deal Southwest, where they sort it out with steel Carnegie, Rockefeller, head out in Ben Hill Hotter than that TEC that he caught off a deal Had to keep him safe, keep his body count nil Crazy like that man Joey Bad back in South By, standing next to strangers He stepping on my J's but it ain't nothing, I'm humble Can't wait to grab the microphone and make that thing run, tho Drove 5 states just for 15 minutes All through the hate just for 15 minutes Make it even worse dog, yea we ain't hit it Conscious up ended Face so offended Drugs help me blend it though So now I'm high and low, you know Tryna get a hoe, life reciprocals She beg don't let her thighs go I beg don't let my eyes close [Verse 3: Doctur Dot] Uh Huh Come sit beside a suicide survivor You can die tonight, bruh You can die tonight, bruh You can die tonight, bruh Won't nobody find ya body if I hide ya Lose ya like a lighter Always been evasive when it came to conversation Fuck whatever question you asking off top Keep it locked like the ness monster freaking out the Scots God is the best sponsor of my freaky thoughts, ooo wee She's a freaky girl, She's a leaky faucet On my semi tall shit Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy naw kids What that got you feeling so important Of course that's some bullshit Got a following from these recordings And now them courses in college, kinda pointless Whatever, I enjoyed fucking every little spoiled bitch Daddy had your life planned out 'fore you was born bitch and your rebellion was taking long dick It's the nocturnal, Doc-turnal, hotbox burner, popping like cob kernel, Cobb County Counts Always fucking with a dark person filthier than Pac murder files in a pile of dirty towels Some real rabble rousers in your house Cut the lights, close the curtains Couldn't clean the bloody sheets cuz we drank all the detergent Masturbating, so perverted Only take it if you serve it Only thank you if it's perfect You forget this-ugh-like honey bun, let that pussy cum right on my tongue I'll leave you undone Lighten up, thunder to come It's a conundrum, why you still trying to run even though we know your body is numb? Niggas flexing like the party was fun cuz the populars attended Blah blah, fuck them niggas Underdogs are better winners Bet a miller I could get your bitch then get her wetter, clitter than them pitter patter strokes that you give her Spillage Village
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