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Correct Battery Low Lyrics
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D-Racks [Hook] Pour the four (pour the four, nigga) Poppin' too much shit my battery low (my battery low, nigga) Bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four) Make me mad, I buy a bag for yo' hoe (buy a bag) Cause I got a lot of money on me (money) And she got a lot of swag drippin' off her And we got married to the streets I jugged the alter (streets) Whole motherfuckin' bosses out the "G"niverse [Verse 1] Yeah, drop the six Roll my backwood 'fore I go whip her ass and grits Smack that hoe right on the ass then turn around and smack my bitch Macie Margiela cologne, a four cups press on a bitch Fuck a stick bitch, snitches gettin' clips Ooh, jewelry, ooh Jumpin' out the whips, ooh We spin the block, bankroll mafia shit Who that [?] just hit the door, and they talkin' bout in them bricks I get rich, I take [?], and when I piss, I take piss Got a lil' red, I take bitch, I fuck that bitch with the glass and wrists I fuck the bitch with a glass neck She just want gas, she don't want X I just want ass, I won't commit I got a whole mink on bitch My bankroll one tone, bitch (blue!) [Hook] Pour the four (pour the four, nigga) Poppin' too much shit my battery low (my battery low, nigga) Bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four) Make me mad, I buy a bag for yo' hoe (buy a bag) Cause I got a lot of money on me (money) And she got a lot of swag drippin' off her And we got married to the streets I jugged the alter (streets) Whole motherfuckin' bosses out the "G"niverse [Verse 2] We the nigga, that ridin coupes and shit, fuck that shit We the nigga, pull up with a whole full clip We the nigga, that is you, we don't leave without the stick We the nigga, that is you, we not goin for bullshit We the nigga, just got the pack touchdown We the nigga, that is you, serve the whole fuckin' town We the nigga, that is you, worried bout no bankroll We the nigga, that is you, pull up with the wrist on froze Bentley doors, they can't close And we comin' out, Camperton Road I just waste some lean on my clothes I just poured some muhfuckin' mo' How you in the driver street with a stick, hangin' out the back window? How you countin yo money up with one hand and you blindfold Cause they all hundreds? [Hook] Pour the four (pour the four, nigga) Poppin' too much shit my battery low (my battery low, nigga) Bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four) Make me mad, I buy a bag for yo' hoe (buy a bag) Cause I got a lot of money on me (money) And she got a lot of swag drippin' off her And we got married to the streets I jugged the alter (streets) Whole motherfuckin' bosses out the "G"niverse
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