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Correct Magnolia Lyrics
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Tory Lanez
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Correct Magnolia
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Why yes, fuck you, too What up, world? You know when I said the diamonds was on prom day That meant they was dancin' under the dawg like In New York I Milly Rock Got it in my sock Fifty off the wall And I press rerock Got it in my sock Got a lil' thot That's a lil boat, boy, that's a lil' yacht Nah, I'm just playing, let me get this shit for real tho I get money, money, money motherfucker like I'm Jordan It's the nigga flyin' foreign, make your bitches not important Milly rockin' through the city pop a pity by the garden Know you niggas can't afford it And these bitches can't ignore me I did shit like Dory, I'm with some white shorty And the bitch is like forty, she singing Mike Shorey In the port loose ridin' out the Porsche Coupe glidin' If you try me, nigga, I be off the Porsche through slidin' It's just me and lil' Aggy, Portuguese lil' baddie Pourin' drink off in the soda, puttin' weed off in the baggy I be off in the caddie with a freak that's off a Addy Tryin' fuck me to the beat is like the beat is off badly Fleeing off to Cali, I'll be back in the morning Them boys diss me in the night I get 'em clapped by the morning Got the money clubbin' on the dollar stackin' and joinin' In the back of this foreign, I keep a cool bitch with me This never slackin' or borin', never lackin' I'm blowin' And any niggas try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us I bet your girl know us, what the man Riley Two bad bitches like Kendall and Kylie Let your man try me be another man dying I'ma young sergeant, oh and by the way I just beat my gun charges, lawyer like a maid And just sweeping dumb charges Shout out Jim Lewis I won't keep you bombarded But we some young bosses Can't nobody ever try to do it like we do Playboi like Carti, I want fuck Cardi, B too Wonder if I slide in that DM what it lead to? Puttin' it in position like we in a magazine shoot Nigga, I'm the man, ten bitches magnolia Shout out to the fans, African and Angola, yeah Throw the damn Rollie up, throw the damn Rollie up Rollie so heavy that the bitches can't hold it up Score so much they gotta throw a damn goalie up Niggas say they know but they don't know enough You know it's us Shawty wanna fuck me for Chanel, she a coconut Skurtin' through the parkin' lot with doughnuts in the car clutch All thirty of us, twenty-six bitches, four sluts All of us going up, the bank account's growin' up Shawty threw the pussy had me tore it up Now the only way to get it back she gotta sew it up Yeah in New York I Milly rock, I'm on any block Hit that bitch on Betty block Gave this dick to twenty thots Got it in my sock, forty on the wop Thirty clip inside a extendo on the Glock, ooh We just getting started Nothing gon' be safe I'm hopping on everything, body niggas
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