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Correct Don't Come At Me Feat. The Syrin Lyrics
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[HOOK] (2x) Don't Come at Me talking bout' You the hardest rap bitch out in the game (you can have that shit) Don't come at me talking bout' You an O.G when you really are a lame (Do ya thing lil' bitch) Don't Come at me talking bout' How you got money, cars, clothes and the world (I don't give a fuck) Don't Come at me tryna holla bout' a side bitch Nigga go home to ya girl (yup, yup, yup) [CLEVA THOUGHTS Verse] You might look good but ya rap mediocre Be the ogre blow flames til' you a non smoker What's that odor, its that shit mixed with baking soda Coming up local, full speed call me loco-motor Got me fucked up like I'm never sober If you think I'm bowing down It's before I strike like King cobra This real life the dream over Takeover, Palmer park Landover, Baltimore team show up! Luckier than green clovers That I don't give a fuck if you gleam Hope we all get this cream, turn-up! I'm just tryna make it out this enclosure Ain't even tryna take you out nigga for no exposure Tryna shop around this track like a grocer It's more to this rap, got that head hitter gopher Fuck around and loose a molar talking too G Need to talk like a grown up when you talking to me Aye! cry me a muthafuggin river nigga If you think I give a shit about any figures that ya counting Ya bars couldn't move a fountain let alone a mountain Ain't selling records and ya generation don't respect ya Illuminati puppet ass pigeon, get up out my sector Ain't amounting to your muthafuggin image You keep selling out for the gimmicks Make us all look bad cause ya'll never get the picture aye! [HOOK](2x) Don't Come at Me talking bout' You the hardest rap bitch out in the game (you can have that shit) Don't come at me talking bout' You an O.G when you really are a lame (Do ya thing lil' bitch) Don't Come at me talking bout' How you got money, cars, clothes and the world (I don't give a fuck) Don't Come at me tryna holla bout' a side bitch Nigga go home to ya girl (yup, yup, yup) [THE SYRIN VERSE] I always got Queen in my blood A sprinkle of thug cause I'm stirring' it up Please step back and recount your bucks Don't come for me cause I don't give a fuck All your ass shots, don't make your shit hot Miss thug you not! Be the first call the cops (whoop!) Then I came through and stole your spot Please don't be mad cause my shit just rocks [BRIDGE] It's a mystery how we're composed (How we're composed) Cause our talents are we have not what we show (not what we show) [THE SYRIN VERSE CONTINUED...] Ya'll just really don't know Teaching young girls how to be young hoes Never side chicks stop selling that role Only a Queen gonna take that goal [HOOK] Don't Come at Me talking bout' You the hardest rap bitch out in the game (you can have that shit) Don't come at me talking bout' You an O.G when you really are a lame (Do ya thing lil' bitch) Don't Come at me talking bout' How you got money, cars, clothes and the world (I don't give a fuck) Don't Come at me tryna holla bout' a side bitch Nigga go home to ya girl (yup, yup, yup)
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