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Correct The Plan Lyrics
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Correct The Plan
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[Verse 1:] I’m from the land of the animal hide no sedated For a while old tadman food propaganda Taylor shoe gator boot tropicana syrac natty pants Hand packing in the hand rocking go bling bling Graffiti can bombings bam brada bam boom Back rhyming like my hype man Building plants or something Tripping and my pin got a cocaine addiction And if you catch it with them dripping Your bucket list is finished you dig it The butter grinch with the brain on the drugs Hey niggers with the same old drugs Can't do nothing with it so you Dissing and hoping your name blows up So they quit talking about you like J-Lo butt Bitch the style with the fang so what Nigga say something dumb And i’m bound to kick them shut now Yow chill G you ain't taking shit from me Cause it's all that you can every get from me [Verse 2:] Yea yeah, I'm fucking with your plans Rubber bands, fuck a uncle sam Bird man baby, rub your hands brother man I understand, some won't understand [?] Fuck them in advanced Mission of stars fuck all the haters Everywhere leads to somewhere else Every change is the end and beginning of self You know yesterday you know now Never knew but you learned how Everywhere leads to somewhere else Every chance is the ending and the beginning in itself You know yesterday you know now You never knew better learn how Got problems taking what i can't get I can't ever give what i don't got Never got a drug shot always Got a dope line when it's show time Take your time when it's your time I might be God damned thin line between feeling and sound ‘ Dumb taste of her lips that how i shook the ground Though less though letter by letter Of lost G’s lost i lost you lost seas What's the use of a plan if you planning too late If you planning a failure you gonna wait What and i never take my own advice So don't do drugs and don't think twice I burn trails of rug bason struck the lions in my mind And they so good i start building again Flow got a coke addict Season pass to the petter zoo for white horses And white rabbits my nigga You there feeling peer pressure in your hands Its overwhelming someone understanding Some you dumb to think he fucked her in the van Does birdman baby rub your hands brother man I’m fucking with your plans as long as you were fucking us in plains Brother man i ain't fucker of the same Birdman baby rub your hands birdman baby rub your hands I’m fucking with your plans in God we trust i ain’t fucking with you man Rubber band fucker of the sand birdman baby hold your hand brother man Your hands on the man yeah
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