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Correct Only The Rugged Survive Lyrics
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Correct Only The Rugged Survive
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Ha ha ha ha ha, Steels You bout to catch this vick Yo, you bout to catch this vick Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibut steak Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the silver plate Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick [Chorus: x2] It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me' Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me' I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary' His bird was in the background, still singing like a canary Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortuary When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead [Chorus: x4]
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