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Correct 80 Dime Bagz (Boomin) Lyrics
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Chris Travis
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Correct 80 Dime Bagz (Boomin)
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Bitch hit me up tell me that I want shit I hit her back and said “bitch you better lick the dick” Ridin round round town ain't got shit to do My dick was hella soft I nutted on her gucci shoes 80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys Ten bitches cold whores sniffin' hella keys I ain't trippy but my nigga gon be on LSD Red eyes gold teeth tell me that ain’t sleaze Pull up on a college bitch and take her to Micky D's Number eight, Large fries, dollar sweet tea Gold hair and long chain just like Ice T Threw on my black frames then I hit the trees Hit the reefa, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah In the eighties, I'm a fuckin' nineties baby Tryna join my flock of steeze, cuz you must be crazy I'm a lazy ass nigga when I beat my dick 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys Ten cold whores, sniffin’ dirty keys 80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys Bitches on my dick cuz they know I got the lean Black Kray and Chris Travis bitch that's hella steeze Got my nigga Ethelwulf rollin' up the green Got my fingers all sticky staring at that pink Nigga what’s in your cup, what the fuck you think? Got this bitch on my dick askin' for a drink And fuck you posin' ass niggas always tryna scheme Hoe this how we live nigga what the fuck you mean? Shake junt, shake junt, when I'm on the scene Drink might be purple or it might be green Ion really give a fuck bout what you niggas think Just leave me alone before I get that beam I'm bout fuckin' bitches and illegal things Me and my niggas we be chillin' playin' Saints Row 3 Shake junt, shake junt, what the fuck you mean Shake junt, shake junt, bitch we bout that green 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys We all off in the party hella hard we got the bars The bitches fiending and they all wanna be porn stars I took her to the car cause I didn't park far We hit the store to re-up on tips and to get ‘gars And now she fallin' hard tryna fuck me in the car She high as fuck she do not know where the fuck we are My fingers got the scars dime bags selling hard I'm in the melting servant cause the sacks selling far And niggas know about it cause it's tracks to the tar We smokin' where we are indo-in' out of the stars I'm bangin' shit hella hard, 80 sacks for the calls And I should get an applause for the way I get her draws And I ain't even tryna throw no salt up on yo seasoning But boy I be the reason yo bitch is always creepin' So next time she tell you not tonight she feelin' sleepy You should take a listen at my bedroom squeakin' Bitch 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys 80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
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