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Correct Galore Lyrics
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Correct Galore
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[Intro] Uh, that's what I'm sayin', yeah CashMoneyAP Fuck goin' on? Not this shit? [?] gone? [?] [Chorus] I'm not a yes man, sip Hi-Tech man You talkin' reckless, fifty K on a necklace Pop me a Xanax, I hope he don't panic And she got a fat ass, ridin' on spandex I drip, even when it's still a drought These hoes some [?], they just lookin' for some clout I like them lips, so you know I want the mouth All this weed and all this lean got a nigga fallin' out [Verse 1] Roll up a backwood and go on and face it I'm extravagant, can't fuck no ho that's basic I shop at Saks, ho, I don't shop at Macy's Just wanna fuck, ho, I don't want relations Two cups stuffed, jumpin' outta space ships And it's a big sprinter, so you know its [?] This dirty mud, are you sure you wanna taste this? I take drugs bitch, ho I might just lace this Ho look at my diamonds, rose gold bracelet I believe in God and I don't fuck with Satan I just need me a pint And pour it in a two liter, hope I don't faint [Chorus] I'm not a yes man, sip Hi-Tech man You talkin' reckless, fifty K on a necklace Pop me a Xanax, I hope he don't panic And she got a fat ass, ridin' on spandex I drip, even when it's still a drought These hoes some [?], they just lookin' for some clout I like them lips, so you know I want the mouth All this weed and all this lean got a nigga fallin' out [Verse 2] I been fuckin' on these dancers for a long ass time If you wanna fuck me, where you going? wait in line Gotta pour a duece of better, nigga we don't drink [?] I ain't runnin' with the sheeps, nigga I'm runnin' with the lions Mix some codeine, I'm a codeine fiend Talkin' promethazine, nigga I'm talkin' promethazine Pent house floor, you know I got my feet up Fuck niggas on the ground, they can't see us XVL we all bosses, ain't no leeches I got caught with lean in school by my teachers Yeah, Balenciaga sneakers They know they on an ether, these bitches wanna freak us [Chorus] I'm not a yes man, sip Hi-Tech man You talkin' reckless, fifty K on a necklace Pop me a Xanax, I hope he don't panic And she got a fat ass, ridin' on spandex I drip, even when it's still a drought These hoes some [?], they just lookin' for some clout I like them lips, so you know I want the mouth All this weed and all this lean got a nigga fallin' out
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