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Correct Heather Lyrics
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[Verse 1: L.E.] As I looked at my watch and try to gather my thoughts That was locked in a box, outside, the reflect of the clock That was on my wall, aw dog, you been thinkin' a lot Drinkin’ a lot of the lean and smokin' the pot Heather swallowed my dick and called it her black cock And said that she'll be back so don’t tax for the crack rock And I'm like, "you could bet not," better get you some snapshots In your mind of some type 'cause I'm a stand up type of guy You'll be surprised what these bitches'll do Keep my blunts rolled, pronto, even give me they soul If you don't know then I know what you didn't befo’ Are you convinced that I’m the prince that told that y'ain’t know? Sorry, didn't mean to fool ya, but yeah I'm the manure Can I get a Hallelujah? Baby it's Michael Jr Sorry, didn’t mean to fool ya, but baby I'm the manure Can I get a Hallelujah? 'Cause bitch it's Michael Jr [Chorus: J.I.D] Wa da la dang Wa da la dang dang I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane Wa da la dang Wa da la dang dang I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane Wa da la dang Wa da la dang dang I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane Wa da la dang Wa da la I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane [Verse 2: J.I.D] Yeah, I seen your face real big on the poster Walled you out, now it serves as a coaster Live mixtape, download it to a folder Play it, delete it, shit was slowin' up my modem Hope you quick enough to dodge the shots niggas throwin' Head, shoulders, arm, back, stomach, scrotum Oh, but we ain't done yet, we bustin' 'til the sunset Let's get a little deeper, we ain't even havin' fun yet L.E. said I'm humble as fuck and I could stunt Be loud, smellin' myself, shit, I'll leave it to my blunt Once I'm done with this flow, I'll leave it to a dust Let 'em fuck it up, cocaine your nose with a uppercut Fuck is up? Feelin' so anti-sober In NY looking for leaf like a clover [?] pronto [?] what you wan' do Do what your mind can't do, finna go on the run though, holla [Chorus: J.I.D] Wa da la dang Wa da la dang dang I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane Wa da la dang Wa da la dang dang I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane Wa da la dang Wa da la dang dang I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane Wa da la dang Wa da la I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar mane [Verse 3: Hollywood JB] Bang, bang, whoever thought you'd find A iller group of niggas who was rollin' in the same gang Been goin' balls to the walls, now it's time to let my nuts hang And I'm still hustling, niggas still tryin' to jock the slang And they bitch is lookin' for a cock to swing on Go up and down, get they stock exchange on The ride get rough so hang on, and I just do me And I'm so Lati' I could fuck around and get my sang on Ah Ahem, like U-N-I-T-Y, and we all equal but if you and I was ever tied Then I prob'ly wasn't doin' somethin' right Like when I piss and hiccup at the same time And then I hit your chick up like, "What you doin' tonight?" And then she send me pictures of that ass, so that ass in disguise You know she doin' the plank on the vine Where you plank on the wood while the guy's in recline I think it's called the ride to the sky I ain't really sure, I just heard it was tight Damn, what's with the evil eye? I'm chill, no I'm not a evil guy Not a fan of lettin' all that bullshit fly y'all jump on I just like to lead, want to follow? Then come on Y'all chose the same path, I found another to run on And when I get on top I got a lot of niggas to stunt on
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