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Correct Lil Arrogant Lyrics
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This is what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? What people paid paper for, dammit This that goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming That boy from PG but D.C. still claim him And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm real Some rappers magicians, they trick you, they Copperfield Act tough as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil Meanwhile I'm just runnin' back kick returns on the field Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' support 'em still That's how you know where our loyalty at So place a bet against me, where your royalties at? I bet I leave your ass reamed of your 14 percent Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Mutombo, I'm lit I rub on her clit, she drip, then I cum on her tits How common is this to spit like a fuckin' attempt? I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I leave your ass flipped I flip the script, then skip to your fuckin' event I take the check and dip, moments later it's spent You take the check and shit, it's enough for your 'rents So how the fuck you telling me that I ain't good enough, prick? Ahhh, I think that I'm top ten, top five Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not done Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I still think we won She on her knees for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh Here's what you been waitin' for, ain't it? It's a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it I ain't got to explain it, this lane, I done paved it (right) I done paid my dues now I'm just collectin' payments (collect) One verse, that's gon' be your whole life savings If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral arrangements (true) These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what else?) Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun blazin' (facts) We gon' see who get the last laugh (hah) It's funny 'cause these niggas always trippin' off the past (hah) Think this shit a joke until somebody get smoked Choked, off the very words that they spoke Listen here though, it's gettin' near close 'Bout to blow your brains through your fuckin' earlobes With this one, the kid been gon' for a while, they missed him Patient with the shot, when we blast off, won't miss him (Somebody gon' die tonight) Rappers see me but don't say shit like they don't have vocals And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't have Pro-Tools They big you up until you're big enough I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck I'm already eight figures up Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie Mays Y'all still jumpin' out of bed for 50K I roll back over and continue fuckin' all y'all's favorite I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' until all y'all say it I'm courtside, closin' multi-million dollar deals Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a Part of the formula that put me here, so fuck you When the second album drops, watch who they all run to (Haha)
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