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Correct Right Back Lyrics
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Correct Right Back
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[Chorus: Key!] Ballin like a fool, I got a cheque, and made it right back Fuckin bad bitches, I I lost my boo, and got her right back Bunch of lame niggas, beggin, wish they could get their life back Callin bout the money, then I call you right back I'm lyin, got money on my mind all the time You lyin, why your diamonds ain’t got no shine [Verse 1: Spodee] Everyone know, Spodee, man I'm a pimp, nigga Got a thousand real niggas ridin with me I crip with them, and I don't give a fuck about you, bitch I’m built different Bitch, I want you to suck this dick I'm real vibin Four hoes, I'm still pimpin Rick Owens, I feel different In H Town, with Trae Tha Truth, on 4 4s, I'm still tippin My set on the meal ticket I'm fresh and I feel spiffy I'm flexin my skills, listen Actovis what I'm still sippin Eat the shit when beef come, when beef come, you die My reason, I'm geeked son In a V Ton, I’m fly I be in the Jeep, no side ’We keep goin outside I shot eight niggas, goin on nine Hope the lawyer happy with him doing some time [Chorus: Key!] Ballin like a fool, I got a cheque, and made it right back Fuckin bad bitches, I I lost my boo, and got her right back Bunch of lame niggas, beggin, wish they could get their life back Callin bout the money, then I call you right back I'm lyin, got money on my mind all the time You lyin, why your diamonds ain’t got no shine [Verse 2: Spodee] Your girlfriend on my Instagram, I won't mess with her She got like 17 pics, I could tell she had thirst in 'm Broke bitches, they make me sick, hoe, get back 30 foot, can't hit my weed, I meant that I don’t cap bout that, I break forin hoes like Kit-Kats Got the headbad on, I'm gettin paper, bitch, leave, you can't catch that [Chorus: Key!] Ballin like a fool, I got a cheque, and made it right back Fuckin bad bitches, I I lost my boo, and got her right back Bunch of lame niggas, beggin, wish they could get their life back Callin bout the money, then I call you right back I'm lyin, got money on my mind all the time You lyin, why your diamonds ain't got no shine
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