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Correct Wzup Wit Me Lyrics
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Fat Trel
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Correct Wzup Wit Me
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[Chorus:] Bitch be ugly and she like what’s up with me But that shit don’t matter My 38 louder, these bitches be fucking me I’m whipping this stingray and this block is yellow like bumblebee My dough come from Canada, I got no stamina And she can’t keep up with me Working it, twerking it, flipping it She rocking Molly I’m sipping it Count it then spend it that shit made no difference I love the deliverance My bitch outta Cali is driving me crazy, a baby deliverer Drinking this liquor and fucking these strippers I’m popping this Molly like M&M’s [Verse 1:] My bitches remind me of Kim These niggas acting like women Talking and walking so feminine You and them niggas identical My niggas come from the pinnacle From high I’m a fuck me a friend or two Pouring out the Rozay in a pitchable If you shape up for one I can get you two Probably gon’ cost you a visual Send me again and you get a few Count it all up in the living room The raveral price is pitiful We starting with some dust and some mineral Fucking then eating some cereal If not finished shooting get rid of you I leave you with doctors in critical I’m docking some ships and I’m making it Police is dreaming of taking me They wanna know where we taking it We buying and smoking and tasting it Valley Rozay is my favourite I love me a bitch who can take a dick No lying no crying, no faking it These other bitches be faking it [Chorus] [Verse 2:] These bitches be acting like rich thots I make em look at my wrist watch Walk in my house like a gift shop Fuck her she suck till the dick pop All the money I’m accumulating Got the bitches waiting and the niggas hating Fuck em all then I don’t call She gon’ try and say I’m kin with Satan I’m a go and count the money out 30 shot nigga bundle up Put the fifties in a hunnid so They wanna know where it’s coming from They wanna see where it’s headed to I leave it with doctors and medical Then light em up with the propane Need polydyne with the cocaine Move with my bitch with the road rage She got my wrist on the stone age Drinking this liquor and smoking these swishes I probably get hit in my own lane Probably be searching for everything Except for a bitch and a wedding ring Codeine, no ketamine, I’m a better lean, I’m a better feign [Chorus]
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