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Correct Respect My Conglomerate Lyrics
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Correct Respect My Conglomerate
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[Intro] Hold on Jack Swain I forgot the most important shout out, Jack Swain Shout out to this mother fucking money we about to make, god damn Shout out to all this guala guala stupid dollar bills we about to make, god damn Shout out to everything we doing, you feel me? This J.I.D, wag effortless Shout out Tay James Shout out to god damn my brother Shout out to everybody I fuck with If I don't fuck with you then fuck you J-I-motherfucking-D That shit recording? Alright [Verse] ’Cause my True Religion jeans look better with the holster And I'ma show you mine if you get any closer Eastside soldier, big blunt roller Introduction to me, can you scoot the fuck over Elbow room, please Grab the Glock, squeeze Sorry did I sneeze, wipe it on my sleeve Motherfucker, I'm me to the death And the game was slowed up, so we had to kill the ref Choke him with his own whistle right after he take a breath I’m the shit, cook it up, I'm the chef, believe that 'Cause see that the green stacks in the safe And If you fuck with me, I'ma have to go Planet of the Apes King Kong shit Murder you then smoke out of my green bong, shit Cut off your dick, your balls for ping pong shit But we on shit, stacks on stacks And if my mixtape, it's gone be stacks on that And if that don't go well, we can come up with some tracks And if all else fails, nigga crack on tax Straight up, yo me and [?] been had our weight up I'm always doing work in my LV gators Keep the AK in the trench for the haters You talk shit now, your ass sure will die later You feel me? You feel me? Pull up with the semi, I pull up in a semi I pull up and they hear me, then leave in a Bently I don't think they feel me and I don’t think they hear me They tried to offend me and now I’m full of Remy My temper [?] Quick, quick with the grand slam Bitch, I'm Kenny Lofton Oprah the flow, why does he keep talking? I call my heat often Or in, my case the money comes often Listen up, pay attention, I’m talking So listen up, pay attention, I'm balling All over the court All in the night time, morning keeps talking I keep talking, I'm hearing I'm tired of hearing this track Therefore I’m off it
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