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Correct The Truth [Part 2] Lyrics
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Correct The Truth [Part 2]
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[Verse 1] Take the pyrex out the microwave, and put that straight in the sink Copy them numbers, you can lose them all in a blink Stab first we don't think Free my bros on the wing Take the rock out the pyrex, put it in pebs and wrap it in cling Trap mash get bread, my Nokia rings Most times I spend my profit on tings Not gyal, The thing that gives niggas rings Thing on my ring, and dance on my jings I rate J Hus but I don't lean and bop Hand out the window, I lean and pop 10 plus 1 that's a demon spot Who wants smoke with any of my niggas Can't you see huncho there with the dots J Sav reach for the remington Clean up any estate with these mops 10 plus 1, bang on the 1 plus 8 10.528 on the flake I lost 2 grams on the drive Now i got 26 grams on the plate I say what I want and no one can stop me, everyone tells me I'm bait I put all of my trust in guns, can't rely on the soul cos everyone's fake I'll take food of anyone's plate And I'll lurk on any estate And I swear that you're my mans bredrin Ching, Hold that splash for your mate [Hook][2] Fans warn' know the truth We dont lie in the booth Got a double tap, In the duffel bag Won't peb to back it and shoot Get that drop you know I'm in route Bring that dots I only need 2 Slap that that dots and the crowd catch had true Everybody gonna catch that flu [Verse 2] Look at that chocolate barbie I swear that's remz's aunty She don't care if I'm beefing her nephew She still let me slip that dick in her nani Finesse mans pack, if he comes with weed that's dead like RD Run man down till he runs out of breath and he just just die like Tarabi I be TT like cardy, like, who wants it with me I bought this dotty for 6-double-o, but you can hold corn for free Put a 1-2 in the 3-4 scores and the cats dem calling me Last year I got nicked for the 15 inch that went from my hip to my knee My eye keeps twitching, Who the fuck keeps talking my name My fingers inching, Can't we go ride and light up the place They have me on bail for a stabbing, Tryna lock digga d in the cage But I got NFA shit evidence, so they had to drop that case [Hook][2] Fans warn' know the truth We dont lie in the booth Got a double tap, In the duffel bag Won't peb to back it and shoot Get that drop you know I'm in route Bring that dots I only need 2 Slap that that dots and the crowd catch had true Everybody gonna catch that flu
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