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Correct My Crew (Woooo) Lyrics
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Cadence Weapon
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Correct My Crew (Woooo)
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This goes out to all my Mile End friends and my Parc Ex connects All the kids in Little Italy, the punks in St-Henri Plateau bros and the crew in the 'Deeg 'Cause you know when I do it, you know I do it with ease Made some moves with my music, you got a couple degrees Might see me using maneuvers, I got a few up my sleeve Become so fluent and ruthless, so underground, in the sewers Like Das EFX with my set, my sound progression is proven You think it’s all an illusion, must be the booze you’re consuming Talking shit with your clique, but when all alone, it’s confusion Acting like Beefcake Brutus when typing on your computer Give you losers a bruising until you need a transfusion My niggas don’t run when it pop off Might rock camo when the cops stop Might cop a Lambo with the drop top Make ya jaw drop, white hoe with a crop top Better make like smoke with your potshots In the hot spots, fall off, nigga, not that Want me to stay poor? Nigga, stop that Better fall back, head to the toe wearing all black My crew like Wooooooooo My crew like Wooooooooo Thanks to Kaytranada, my bass is harder Now the fakes don’t bother to diss Gotta thank my mama cause she made me stronger When I had to deal with that shit Let me teach you math, I stand and deliver I’m wavy baby like I ran through a river My drank is tasty, it pass through my liver Take your lady, she asked me get her Little feller, I’m a big black nigga A little fetti, retro Hilfiger Hit it better, you’re no big swinger I’m a real veteran, you’re an unknown figure I’m really clever, got my shit together I’m on the top in this endeavor If you’re picking me up, I need a Benz or better Tinted windows, seats filled with leather Scented incense, eucalyptus pepper Got a crew of bad bitches like this was Heathers I’m Rollie, homie, my wrist is metal Got a mean strap and a vicious bezel When he drops, I’m up 60 levels No Reeboks, my kicks are special Y3 stacked to the cellar Clean conscience, my vision’s stellar I’m a green monster when I’m getting cheddar Squeal off when I hit the pedal Steam popping, wheels kicking pebbles Like woooo, baby, who does it better? Yeah, nobody, you’re in a slow jalopy I’m rolling often, in the lobby loaded So confident, got a dope sponsor Help me go off until I’m overdosing Wooooooooo Wooooooooo Yeah, nigga, what you know? I do it for the gyal dem, do it for my bros They be like, yeah, nigga, what you know? I do it for the platinum, do it for the gold My crew like, yeah, nigga, what you know? I do it for the gyal dem, do it for the bros They be like, yeah, nigga, what you know? I do it for the platinum, do it for the gold They be like
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