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Correct Fuck You Think Lyrics
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Dave East
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Correct Fuck You Think
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[Hook] All we chase is paper, the fuck you think? (uh) Smoke O.G. Kush, then pour my drink (pour up) No time to think about the broads we’ve laid (no time!) Flip this work, then we can all get paid [Verse 1] Go against me, that’s a no-no I hit the tree like Sonny Bono Scooped your wifey up, let’s make a porno In love with revolvers, but keep a auto My niggas creep, the Lord know Trying to take it as far as Fargo (far!) Blanc Castellano No assassination, my team’s ready Never look light, same reason why we seem heavy Never got no rest, couldn’t hold a dream steady My team’s deadly, played invincible Before we seen the pellys Watching Belly, my aura was Sincere, like M&G fried chicken eating on a beer night Rappers mad gay now, all these niggas queer-like Beef ‘ll have you paranoid, like have you ever feared life? Have you ever sold a pack, middle of winter? Timberland thermals underneath Hustling for dinner, I get it on On a sunny day I’m bringing the storm Got your wifey texting “what to wear?” “Just bring you a thong” Backwoods, 40 pack, I don’t need me a bong Now everybody want a feature like I need me a song Uptowns with the strap like they’re ‘bout to shoot Gutter hopping out the coupe O-four, I was bagging whores with the Prada boots [Hook] All we chase is paper, the fuck you think? (uh) Smoke O.G. Kush, then pour my drink (pour up) No time to think about the broads we’ve laid (no time!) Flip this work, then we can all get paid All we chase is paper, the fuck you think? (uh) Smoke O.G. Kush, then pour my drink (pour up) No time to think about the broads we’ve laid (no time!) Flip this work, then we can all get paid [Verse 2] Eighty-eight, beginning of June, a king was born (a king) Married to the streets, every day my ring is on (every day) Now I make hits for the streets, they sing along No cheer-leading movies, them groupies like bring it on (ah!) I oppose all threats, no contest, untouchable Raised in the gutter, my energy’s never comfortable (never) Rats, roaches, dope selling, that shit ‘ll trouble you Belve on ice in the fridge, suite at The W Came a long way from hustling right in front of cops Fiends sounding like Rob Base, screaming “I want a rock!” Young boys don’t want to rumble, they’re like I want a Glock I want the world in my pocket, you niggas want a block Watching Lebron on SportsCenter with the sour lit Official nigga from the streets and I’m proud of it Any disrespect to my posse and we gon’ shower shit (prrr!) Hottest in my city, it don’t matter who acknowledge it [Hook] All we chase is paper, the fuck you think? (uh) Smoke O.G. Kush, then pour my drink (pour up) No time to think about the broads we’ve laid (no time!) Flip this work, then we can all get paid All we chase is paper, the fuck you think? (uh) Smoke O.G. Kush, then pour my drink (pour up) No time to think about the broads we’ve laid (no time!) Flip this work, then we can all get paid Flip this work, then we can all get paid (Caution)
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