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Correct Stop&Go Lyrics
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[Intro] Right now boss Welcome to my building This is my shit, uh Uh, this is my real shit Grade A, grade A, grade A, grade A This is my shit Welcome to my building This is my shit, uh This is my shit, aye JI motherfucking D Motherfucking D This is my shit Straight up East Atlanta Check it, uh [Verse 1] This is my shit, uh, point blank, period I’m sitting here in this Smith, as I’m sipping on some syrup (Uh) This is my shit, uh, point blank, period This is my shit, uh, point blank, period I’m sitting here in this Smith, as I’m sipping on some syrup That means Ciroc, I speak kind of different You understand my flow, so that’s of my spirit This is my shit, point blank, period I’m sitting here in this Smith, as I’m sipping on some syrup That means Ciroc, I speak kind of different You understand my flow, so that’s of my spirit God knows, fear it, relax just hear it Savagely in check, the track like I fear it No one finna like me and J. because I different Throw a "A" before the "I" and now I feel it Ha, I'm silly, nah, I'm serious My wrist is a crime, I should be arrested By a chain out the crib, I'm such a damn statistic My broker and my pen is looking at me like I'm ignant Uh, that means ignorant She call, I ignore it She wonder how I'm doing like the bitch up out of Norbit I always been a winner, never had to forfeit The flow comes natural, I never hit the course Ha, and I get flow like the Nile Driving it out like the hotel in Dubai Hoes want to fuck me, I bring them to my house till I throw ones like a stripper, till they strip out there Aeropostale Roll up the Mary, Mary it's the new G on the rosta No dreads in my head, Jack Swayne the barber Jack Swain producer, REO is the DJ And every song that we make, we pon de replay It's money over every bitch, and everything that we say You not talking cash, no hable the ingles Your cellphone is prepaid, I never seen green Jays Nigga you are fake, born as a mistake, uh Hold on nigga, wait, uh [Interlude] Let me get my shit right I'm bout to get it right back Yeah, JID, the flow never stop nigga I got bars for days Yeah, I got shit, uh Yeah, uh [Verse 2] Check it, you know you got to hit when the besties involved It's so close, pay attention, it's a lesson involved And I speak some cash shit, no recession involved And I'm raw, roll deep like a Mexican dog I'm usually too lax in money, so just send me a dog I'm with a redbone bitch, I'm caressing her bra She get wet, creak, it's sick, as I ride in my car She give me mouth, lip stick, on my testicles, balls I be on some other shit, I ain't messing wit y'all I was in some fresh shit, no refreshing it dog Money over every bitch, it's a message and law So admit, I'm on my shit, don't you step in it (aw) [Outro] Fuck Haha
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