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Correct '96 Bulls Lyrics
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Nick Grant
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Correct '96 Bulls
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[Verse] You never met a nigga this cold Somebody tell them boys class never gets old The more success they hate me, that’s the way this shit goes Married to the money that relationship goals Never will I fold, pay me what you owe It ain’t a cougar trine holla when I wave the 44 Money don’t change niggas it only amplifies, who they really are The sold you a bag of lies, this the land of the wise All the lamb are disguise, I’ll never lose my cool but not a fan of your vibes Okay I’m from the dirty, need to be sanitized Product of ghetto teaching this ain’t that class at DeVry Moving that cocaina they call it that Spanish bride I love her I fantasize I’m just staying alive Food for the soul, stuck with a can of pride You niggas can’t see me, fuck it I’m camera shy You better eat your Wheaties, I park it where I can see Shit will get hot and shaky like Parkinson’s with the fever This ain’t checkers its chess, all I see is the cleavage Butting heads with the best, it ain’t nothing to Beavis I’m the meanest boy, I got it zipped up thriller jacket I mean it Bad bitch from Ibiza, she brought a friend like a feature She got that good grade A head I had to repeat it Six ring flow, leave it after the beep then I’m from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful Where niggas drive by and double back like the sequel Lethal, I’m the goat, rappers should take some notes All you niggas is pussy, don’t drop the soap Puffy dancin’ on the money hoe Peep how my hunger grows, life is a fat bitch, I love her money rolls They wake up on my dick, go eat your Honey combs Go where they money go, location undisclosed Tell her the check don’t bounce, tell her my tongue can roll I pull up in a drop then peel off like under clothes Picture life being perfect, man I struck a pose Man I’m too down to earth for these stuck up hoes In the A, I diddy bop, she got her titties propped up Ass fat and she let me lick the clitty pop With a dark brown sis like she dipped in Willy Wonk Niggas lost the noodle thinking I ain’t really dripping sauce Poppin, check the skillet, nothing I’m just chillin’ Pussy niggas got that virus, hope my sisters catch no feelings Keep them niggas out your business, help your niggas run a business These niggas swear they gods but know nothing ‘bout forgiveness The world showed you moguls are just crooked politicians Spending hundreds since they had they baby face like Kenneth I’d rather be a goofy then a Mickey stop the snitching Internet thuggin, hashtag killers A star in your eyes baby ask Jack Thriller Selling boy and that girl Ariana, Mac Miller Trap rap with a, backpack twist of, young black niggas, tryna crack the system I’M DREAMIN’
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