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Correct Michael Jordan Don't Leave Comments Lyrics
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Chris Crack
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Correct Michael Jordan Don't Leave Comments
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[Verse 1: Chris Crack] These doo-rag decisions and I’m preaching church I know I got the pastor listening And that woman seen that murder with no fast description No ass kissing you going downtown No pretty brown round thing that’ll bail you out And it’s the law, ride for all you fall guys Sipping blunts, I got ‘em hogtied Fuck law abiding citizens I’m drinking echinacea I ain’t feeling it, I found beef I’m under the weather like pound geese [Chorus: Cutta] Word on the streets that I’ll be fine So lace your boots cause it’s crunch time I did my thing on them punch lines And fuck you niggas that want mine [Verse 2: Cutta] I ain’t finna take that, mama ain’t raise no punk Run up with that face mask, make a nigga lay flat I ain’t even jocking on these hoes, I want my ways back What else I’m finna do, I think I’m gonna slay tracks Bring the bass back, hold up, Cutta finna kill ‘em Since I been doing since way back, bitch I only state facts We are on a different route, you can’t be on the same track And if she coming to my show, you know she gonna shake that Bend it over that that, I hid it in my fake shoes Fake shirt, fake hat, now bring the bass back I tell these hoes I love him and it’s never any take backs
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