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Correct Where My Scale Lyrics
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Correct Where My Scale
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[Intro:] Ayy ayy Gang! No Hooks part two, bitch you know 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 Gang gang gang [Verse:] Tell that bitch where my scale at Bitch i talk that cocaine shit cause i sell that Try and rob me and you make sure you gon fail that Hit you with this chopper clamp yo ass like a bear trap Hold on we gon rob you for your pounds we need that How yo plug calling crying talking bout get my weed back How yo bitch calling crying talking bout get my weave back I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at Like a perm put this hot heat where yo head at In your house where you sleeping? Where yo bed at? You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at? Dope runna bitch i drop off packs like i'm fedex I caressed her throat, ya yo bitch gave me head sex Catch you out in traffic aim this heat at yo head rest 223 big bullet holes in yo lil chest 223 big bullet holes in yo lil vest The ambulance come ima leave they ass a big mess I hit the mall and i fuck it up bitch i'm too fresh I can't show no love to these hoes cause they suspect Ridin' round looking for some opps we could bust at He said that's his bitch i didn't know i been fucked that I send her on her way transportation she get bus pass I got a new Glock, new opp, new mac Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in yo cool ass Runnin' out of hiding spots imma need a new stash, aye You could find me where the freaks at You could find me in that trap selling blue bags You could always find me where the streets at You say you want beef we gon make him eat that You know imma dog on a bitch where yo leash at? In Miami ridin' ferrari you could find me where the heats at When it's war time you get toe tagged , homicide Streets got me traumatized , doors up , Butterflys Boy you ain't no mothafuckin killa (mothafuckin killa) Boy you ain't no mothafuckin hitta (you a bitch) I remember selling [?] to the dope feens now they yelling i'm that nigga You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla Hit yo block then we play monkey in the middle [Outro:] BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! GANG! GANG! GANG! GANG! No hooks part 2 bitch , you know how im rockin nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch Aye aye aye
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