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Correct If I Go Broke Lyrics
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Fredo Santana
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Correct If I Go Broke
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[Hook: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my nigga started, they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin' [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] If I go broke, just know a nigga robbin' 50k up in my robin's bent I don't need no wallet Robbin' me stop it, I pull out and pop it Ben leave a nigga slum and walk off like it's nothing Bitch I'm a fucking monster, bitch I move like a monster Just call me Fredo got it, got a chopper and a party Better leave a nigga sloppy so act tough if you want it Just to put you in the coma, it's all my next persona I been going hard all god damn week I be rollin' off of molly I ain't had no sleep And my money where my mouth isn't what you talk you see Put this 30 where your mouth is, my pistol touch your teeth [Hook: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my nigga started, they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin' [Verse 2: Trouble] Trouble going broke, a rich pussy's nightmare Trill nigga shit, I'm checking on no night air Words to school none of the rounds I'ma violate And motherfuck one time I'm a cope hate it UBN, we hussle all over the globe The drop season, my reason US smoke pole They say DTE beat 'em up for a reason Need no shit, send hits but you know shit Trouble, trouble they know how I get down From these pussy ass rappers to these street clowns Oh you got fitapese in that bag right there It is red dough [Hook: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my nigga started, they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin' [Verse 3: Alley Boy] They trust me in blood money, fuck bitches we ball out Pop pills with Tadoe, my young niggas gon' clear that Don't take out we be shy, 50 hundred your life These niggas jacking for phone, pausing they murking for ice Man all these industry niggas, they for the inner street niggas Just GBE, DTE shout outs to them being niggas And my vice lords niggas, and my GD niggas And my moles and fouls, shouts out to dimtoe nigga Always to my zone to the stone chy rack like my second home All them young niggas strapped with them 30's popper Quick shot to your dome And I'm bout the don of 100, and with Trouble 200 My nigga Fredo Santana when you mix all that it's 300 [Hook: Fredo Santana] All these niggas bitches, just take a look and see it Take a look at my wrist, that bitch is on freeze It's money over bitches, a bitch I don't need Cause I be trapping hard, hitting licks, smoking weed Don't get my nigga started, they say we so retarded See these bricks I be coping, hit the block then I chop it Can't leave my niggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage They throw it in my closet, I go broke then I'm robbin'
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