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Correct Spend It (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Tory Lanez
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Correct Spend It (Freestyle)
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[Intro] I'm ridin' round I'm gettin' it I'm high as fuck, on that chimney These bitches all in my business You ridin', let's get it Ay JB, holdin' that choppa Ain't gon' be no witnesses All of ya on my hit list You ridin' let's get it [Verse 1] Ay, stuntin' in my know six Ridin' out in my foe fitch I don't trust this hoe niggas I don't trust this hoes neither All black in that bandana All the Juelz, no Santana Fuck niggas they hatin' hard Post up that haste 'em all Flexin' out like I should've been Big body I pull up in Niggas hate, fake or pretend That fo' fo' they pullin' in Bitch made get a switch blade Turn your body into switchelay Fuck, don't hate, get a bitch billet Lame niggas, you got a bitch to pay I'm in shade, I lay it down Say the words and they spray the round Price tag up on the top Guarantee to lay it down I got more, I got more Bad bitch like I got two Nigga rhymes like auto-tune On the table like I got you Ridin' round and I'm gettin' it Flyin' down when I'm hittin' it Let me loose when I'll be on the Goose Like a loose tooth, I don't spent it Man I fucked your chick and I mean it Yeah hit the bird, I'm badmittin' it And they start strug, they they in it And they class ,the foe be like ignant I'm on websites, Mozilla, how to describe my money flow Big green Godzilla, now to find I got 100 hoes I'm TO 'til the death of me, real niggas, I'm the recipe Big sister named Destiny, y'all bitch niggas ain't stressin' me Shout out my nigga old dizzy, I got 450 and the hoes with me In the Porsche ridin', she so with me And the Jag boys, they so iffy, in the jet boys so they so iffy I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm so tipsy, hustle hustle, I'm so Nipsy Give me back low hand, like baby, get so lazy Spicy with that see-saw, I ain't fuck, that's T's fault All y'all niggas plain as fuck, but damn nigga, that's D's fault Man, was that a subliminal nigga Be hatin' the way that the paper been makin' like damn Niggas invisible, help me, can see 'em That nigga been keepin' everyone like man Y'all should be waitin' for Sincerely Tory I'm makin' my way so you don't work again Gettin' this paper, I say fuck your man Hold up, hold up, hold up and that money Longer than a fuckin' fruit roll up I'm a G, don't know what the F you see Niggas told your man I'm ridin' in somethin' swavey Look like a armerillo shell on your back Gon' make you look like an armadillo Lookin' like black and yellow, bitch nigga I'm a stiller Nigga say they for real, my niggas they gorilla [Interlude] I'm gone, yo Cliff, I can't answer your phone, hold up [Verse 2] How do I need a two seater new need her You fallin' in love with as soon as you need to You hatin', I'm makin' this paper You either get paper with me or you hatin' what we do My niggas is cakin', makin' history And make 'em Jamaican they way they be grindin' Lame ass niggas be wastin' me time Holdin' a pistol like aim with your mind Fuck around with it, put niggas in line And we gettin' them digits from bitches, it's mine Me and my niggas from TO so shout out my vito We keeped it on D low My ego is bigger than me though, my nigga My cheeto, we eatin', we jammin' that P 'Cause tell your bitch be quiet [Outro] And tell your motherfuckin' bitch shut up and be quiet, my nigga Naw, I'm so serious, tell my bitches to shut up and be quiet before I come out the bullshit My nigga, that's the last of the moterfuckin' deaf Warner brothers forever, nigga It's Canada on your bitch ass Swaved out 'til the motherfuckin' face out And I'ma kill your bitch 'til I have to dig her grave out, you feel me? Sunny D, what's poppin' my G?
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