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Correct All In Stride Lyrics
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Correct All In Stride
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[Intro] I'm so tired How it sound though? But I just can't lose my style [Verse 1] Ok, I'm back to school you niggas, this is open campus This is pimpin', I should slap a nigga open-handed High off life, I told a model she need lower standards Asked her if she had a twin, I feel like Joey Tanner Big spender, Kris Jenner, I promote the family Car dashin', see the Benzo, she like, "Oh, it's happenin'" Think she call me daddy cause she never knew her daddy And my shooters all black, Rhythm Nation Janet Boy don't make me jack son, robbery, uh, bodily harm Was underground, now she toppin' me off, slob on my knob Niggas frontin' like I ride with the mob Why shouldn't I charge, me, myself, and I, ménage à trois Play the odds, a yes-man is just a bobble-head doll Holla them all, a nigga struttin' like Pac out the court Hop out the Porsche Shake that ass, got that pussy on menu, the à la carte Boy I had to make my point bout this wave, watch for the sharks Bounce [Interlude] Yo, hold the fuck up! You dusty feet ass bitches runnin' here fucking these niggas for free worryin' about how your bills gon' get paid? Bitch, if you knew better, you'll do better And you niggas 'round here workin' another nigga bomb, and you ain't become no boss yet? Get you some money! [Verse 2] Ok, I had to Chef it up, I'm talkin' Cuban Linx Tell her ain't no weak link in my cuban link Only like my cougars at a youthful age Nigga, we was gangin' since the platinum Fubu days I got dreams of being Hova, I should move in yay Listen Bey', this shit so good you'll think I'm cool with Ye Ok, my diamonds dancin', I could bag a LisaRaye Life is hard, but it's easy bein' truthful, baby This shit dope for real, overload the scales This is pimpin' like I got coke in my pinky nail Get the money, baby, we don't fuck what ain't ours Bet it back, I bet I match it like the same style Chopsticks for beef from shuttin' P.F. Chang's down I gave you prophecy my first one and you lamed out Luckily, sold dope, but it wasn't for me Still the flow raw, peep the way I bubble in these streets Who can fuck with me? [Outro] Nicky baby (Dope, dope, dope)
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