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Correct Recuperate Lyrics
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Correct Recuperate
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[Intro] Gang, ayy, ayy Kid Wond3r, you made this beat too? Damn No Hooks Part 2, bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch Out west 290 shit, YSN, young street nigga Ayy, gang Ayy, ayy [Verse] All my niggas gangbang, fuck the other side Just bought a choppa, now I'm fiendin' for a homicide Flyest nigga livin', I give bitches butterflies You a street nigga? Boy, your ass don't even come outside Get my street sweepers, coroners come and pick my trash up Made it rain in the club, hoes pickin' cash up Big body rims rub, nigga, this a fast truck Brian Urlacher, bitch, you know I got my sacks up Four MACs in this Q7, this a Mack truck Big bitch do a split, drop it, bring it back up When we doin' shows, all the hoes, they attack us Yeah, we ball but you fouled out, you shouldn't have hacked us Tote a strap, nigga, so don't get clapped, nigga I ain't got time to box with you, I don't wanna scrap with you You was sleepin' on me, well, you shouldn't have took a nap, nigga I got you and I know you want your lick back, nigga I'm from out west, we don't go to kickbacks, nigga My gun big but it don't got a kickback, nigga I rock designer, everything missmatched, nigga She get lost with me, I know you want your bitch back, nigga I'm ballin' hard, you can have her back, I'm tossin' her, Randy Mossin' her Bust a nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her I can't cuff that bitch, no, I'm not a police officer Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep 'em off of us Gucci, Louis denim, boy, you still rockin' Hollister Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff If my brother shoot you, I'ma shoot you, it's a lot of us Should've wore a vest, .223 bullets chop you up He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up If you say you real, what the fuck you got to act for? You ain't down to kill, what the fuck you got a strap for? You ain't chasin' mils, what the fuck you servin' packs for? I fucked her and her friend, made that bitch call for backup You ain't heard about that last nigga that got clapped up? Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough? Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up I'm ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless Rims blow your bitch a kiss, you squarer than a deep dish Get 'em straight up out that water, yeah, like a sea fish Hit your block, then we double back, that's a remix I spray the K, then I get ghost like I'm Casper Niggas broke but I ain't, what I need a cast for? Don't be stupid, boy, you know what we get on your ass for No face, no case, what you think I got my mask for? I heard niggas on that hate shit These niggas broke, gotta face it I roll me up a Swisher and I face it My rims big, made my car look like a spaceship I just bought another Draco with that K clip I aim it at your nose, give your ass a face lift If you ain't talkin' money, I don't want your conversation I just wanna fuck you bitch, I don't want your relations Stick to that G code, you don't know your combination Them choppa bullets stoppin' your blood from circulatin' The feds tried stoppin' my trap from percolatin' But meanwhile, I'm out of town, recuperatin'
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