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Correct Looking Thru The Curtains Lyrics
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Lil Dude
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Correct Looking Thru The Curtains
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[Chorus] Ey, pull up, pull up I had the [?] like cookup Sippin’ on drank, I’m pourin’ the deuce up Leaving that dope on the left hang, pull up Bringing that pack, you know I’ma turn up Two hundred on the dash with no [?] Hoodrich nigga I’m photo worthless Baby mama in the trap, she twerkin’ Nigga that snitchin’ ain’t worth it I don’t need niggas [?] She fuckin’ for the night on purpose I bought her a flight on her birthday You ain’t see me through these curtains Fuck a bitch, I ain’t even flertin’ How the [?] gonna murder? Young nigga always lurkin’ [Verse 1] Pull up on you ‘fore you need a addy I’m in the street right now with a package I’m in the street [?] [?] these niggas, ain’t none that can have it I be the homie these niggas look up A young nigga showed me how to cook up Numbers in my bio, we turn the book up Warstyle, lifestyle, guaranteed cook up I’m in the city and it’s only eight of us When I’m in New York, I’m in that Bape store Stay in designer, you know how we drink up I don’t want no bitch that ain’t ready to fuck She wanna cuddle but cannot tuck Hoe, she not understandin’ that Homicide, she know I’m ready to buck They know [?] boy a bust Money on me nigga fuck [?] We get that bag and the bag come with us I used to sell dope tryin’a get me a double up Moved me some racks and I bought me some leather ones Sellin’ ‘round shoes nigga did [?] Designer, yeah, I’m rockin’ [?] Everytime I come through I just [Chorus] Ey, pull up, pull up I had the [?] like cookup Sippin’ on drank, I’m pourin’ the deuce up Leaving that dope on the left hang, pull up [?] that pack, you know I’ma turn up Two hundred on the dash with no [?] Hoodrich nigga I’m photo worthless Baby mama in the trap, she twerkin’ Nigga that snitchin’ ain’t worth it I don’t need niggas [?] She fuckin’ for the night on purpose I bought her a flight on her birthday You ain’t see me through these curtains Fuck a bitch, I ain’t even flertin’ How the [?] gonna murder? Young nigga always lurkin’
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