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Correct Smoove Shit Lyrics
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[Verse 1: King Combs] Me and Kai back of the Bentley Rolling thinkin' bout how they envy, us Could it be cause I got plenty Girls rocking Fendi, chasing a nigga Benjis She said she love all my Christian waves Like how the silk sit on the Egyptian waves And niggas be worse than bitches these days Plot on they man be snitches these days But man I got a hottie out in Cali with the cream Type you only see in your dreams, nah mean Do things that a nigga never seen Never let another chick get in between by any means I stay flossed up, bossed up How you gon hate on the winning team when you stay lossed up They wanna know how I'm flyer than the clear port How you get so much ice through the airport? Like damn boy, you classy and flashy Cocaine seats so the cops wanna harass me Girls wanna bag me Hop in the whip Jump out the Caddie Roll in the VIP [Verse : CYN Shaq] Yo, from my nigga Chris view I think I see the vision too Four five (???) spotted Carolina blue Coupes or the Bentleys or the stars on the roof Couple model broads and they all bad too Party all in the mansion we blow L's of smoke This life is so amazing just knowing it could be you What I do? To make 'em all look so confused It is cause the tint on the win tight blue? [Chrous: King Combs] C3 drive 'em crazy, drop Mercedes In Belieze with ya lady, calling me baby Niggas think we bragging we toasting up Car float like a ladder when we rollin' up [Verse 3: Trey Livin] Still on that hood shit Probably cop a sweatsuit from Ross They need a red rope to section us off Cause we get reckless of course Can't stress over taking a loss Bad bitches stick around see the check is involved, uh Six hoppin' out sprinter vans Straight to the hotel feeling myself like Will.I.Am I'll be, damned if a nigga try Take my spot, take my block I was born in Uptown Bronx Getting pollo like I'm Noreaga Party make you call the neighbors Won't be around you can call me later Stick around we gon blow this paper Got a few (???) Jacobs and they over 40 acres [Chrous: King Combs] C3 drive 'em crazy, drop Mercedes In Belieze with ya lady, calling me baby Niggas think we bragging we toasting up Car float like a ladder when we rollin' up [Verse 4: Niko Brim] I'm in the town for the night Do the things that you do best Get ready to my songs you the truest The crewnecks stop movin' Tryna make a name in the game sippin' champagne Groovin, backstage movin' Positions that I'm in, still a student nothing changed Tryna hurdle to the fast lane And pop models they be casting Gunning down range on (???) And that's an honor of my lastname Team like a second coming Cats out the bag, real rap brings a new discussion Percussion of line bring the bands in Buddy Rich hands in Got me (???) drumming bring the fans in Ain't no telling what the kid's planning [Chrous: King Combs] C3 drive 'em crazy, drop Mercedes In Belieze with ya lady, calling me baby Niggas think we bragging we toasting up Car float like a ladder when we rollin' up
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