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Correct Nastolgia Lyrics
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Fat Trel
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Correct Nastolgia
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[Intro: Fat Trel] Yeah, so look [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Self-made, I brought my lady bitch a new apartment I had to go with shoe shoppin' 'cause I know how she rockin' My lady son in LAX, I luv that boy to death So every day, I hustle hard and [?] every breath I keep my head held high every single step Told him when I represent 'cause that's the number set Them boys bein' hatin' on me to death, it's time to leave 'em wet When we see 'em, we gon kill 'em, leave where we met Yeah, hustle hard, I do that shit to death You can't say I'm like the others when none of them left He say that's his baby mother, I fuck her to death Either way, I'm gettin' cake, I see another day Shoot her on the jail card, shawty never cake Hard ways, all day, hella soft weight [Interlude: Rick Ross & Fat Trel] Give them some of that JW shit, [?] shit homie Look, hella soft weight [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I don't bron, I'm tryna stack me up a millionaire-y month Rainy days, I won't be explainin' them to my son Sunshine, new Bentley so unspoken like the Mark Teach 'em all the principles and problems we known and solved Knew I was a hustlin' muslter, seen it in my eyes Puff, known a nigga five and I came back with nine Boss from the start and the flow state of the art Rose gold, MAC-11 shootin' right up the charts Hope nobody dies as my blood pressure rise Heart of a gangster, enteral life is the prize Makaveli soul make it happen on the stove I don't know the sixty loads, don't ask me what I drove [Outro: Rick Ross] Three red coupe sittin' on the block like red hot chili peppers, ya hear me? It's that double MG shit, ya hear me? Self-made, ain't nobody gave us nothin', ya hear me? Uh, smoke with me
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