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Correct Father Of Contention Lyrics
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Correct Father Of Contention
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[Verse 1] [?] where you at? I need your help I can't deal, with some of these suckers by myself Let me know, is you with me or not? "Pop pop" goes the Glock, come and get it while it's hot She down for the cuff, she do what I say Move when I say to, poppin' that pussy, doin' tricks That really would amaze you (Yup) 'Cause I'da came up without a record here to claim to, you bitch Pull up to the scene with my middle finger bashing Yes, I know that that's your pumpkin, do you know that I been smashing With a band of homies, did so much, digging the cuts to get the front Or maybe buy my kidney, homie, miss me with that fuck shit Pull up to the function, hit the stage and get it jumpin' Run upon me, get to gushin', I ain't never been a hoe Runnin' around with plus fours, so Make a move, I'm the one you gotta cater to, bitch [Hook] "Pop pop" goes the Glock, come and get it while it's hot "Pop pop" goes the Glock, come and get it while it's hot Pop pop (yup) Pop pop (yup) Pop pop (come and get it while it's hot) Pop pop (come and get it while it's hot) Pop pop (yup) Pop pop (yup) Pop pop (come and get it while it's hot) Pop pop (come and get it while it's hot) [Verse 2] In front of my face, you a friend to me Behind my back, you really envy me So to me you just an enemy Pop that clip, but you [?] So many places that I'd rather be But I'm in the studio, just tryna make my paper stack B.E.T. that your bitch, gon' thow it back If I ask her to, I don't got a answer to Why she feel in love with me, guess she love my attitude I just do what I do 'cause I love it, I can't fuck with none of you rappers I'm 'bout to fire off on 'em like I'm NASA Trust me, lil' homie, I will turn into a bastard Lay your old, dirty ass on the floor like a mattress Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? Still sleepin' on me, I'm so sick and tired of it I'm feelin like the underground underdog I been on the runway for a minute, now I'm taking off Nut sack for the bitches who been [?] And the haters that don't wanna see my money talk You ain't talkin' about no check, then I won't answer your call Unless you callin' with a bitch that wanna pop that pussy slow Just for me, and the homies Or maybe everyone who know me Bitch, show me what you workin' with All them tricks that you been learning, bitch
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