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Correct Out Da Seal Lyrics
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Lil Duke
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Correct Out Da Seal
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[Chorus] We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil' And these bitches, they know what it is Don't play with my niggas, you know we don't feel you We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed You know I'm ridin' with real Probably geeked up off a pill No cap, I just signed a deal I want that big house on the hill Can't fall in love with no bitch Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich Diamonds on me and they glist' Brought the flame, rack on my wrist I'm in the club and I got the strap on me Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin' Country boy comin' in, they want the package And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it [Verse 1] The beat is by Isaac LaFlame Bitch, I be fly like a plane I hope that bitch ain't your main She let my dawgs run a train (On God) I got a bag and I stayed the same Boy, how the fuck can I change? (How? How?) Diamonds, they wet like it's rain Ginobili, dub for the chain 12 get behind me, I'm jumpin' the fence Run through that work like I'm Lynch Young nigga straight out the trench I never sat on the bench Flew overseas and met a few baddy lil' bitches I know how to speak a lil' French They on they knees, they callin' me daddy She say I'm a boss and they treat me like Prince I'm eatin' shrimp with the grits On the top floor at the Ritz I was just hittin' them licks Thousand or better for kicks I cannot let up for shit My niggas'll wet up your bitch They comin' to me for the tip Bet they gon' empty the clip, on Crip [Chorus] We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil' And these bitches, they know what it is Don't play with my niggas, you know we don't feel you We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed You know I'm ridin' with real Probably geeked up off a pill No cap, I just signed a deal I want that big house on the hill Can't fall in love with no bitch Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich Diamonds on me and they glist' Brought the flame, rack on my wrist I'm in the club and I got the strap on me Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin' Country boy comin' in, they want the package And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it [Verse 2] Every day, shrimp with the steak Storm in the club, need a rake All of my niggas, they straight I get you throwed in a lake I like this bitch, she my ace She let me cum on her face Bad little bitch with no waist And she gon' stay in her place I got the bitch doin' tip drills I'm tryna see how the bitch lips feel Flexin' like I'm in gymnastics She made out of plastic, but this shit feel real We had them guns, tryna kill Bill Rollin' geekin' off a X pill Cashin' out on all these checks still She want me to see how that neck feel I do what I wanna, I'm talkin' 'bout numbers And I do this shit for my mama These niggas bitin' like piranhas, they act like they want it But really they don't want no drama Ain't no such thing as a drought These bitches don't want nothin' but clout I put seven grams in a stout Double cup me, pour me out (Lean, lean) [Chorus] We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil' And these bitches, they know what it is Don't play with my niggas, you know we don't feel you We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed You know I'm ridin' with real Probably geeked up off a pill No cap, I just signed a deal I want that big house on the hill Can't fall in love with no bitch Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich Diamonds on me and they glist' Brought the flame, rack on my wrist I'm in the club and I got the strap on me Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin' Country boy comin' in, they want the package And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it
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