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Correct Nah You Lyrics
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Correct Nah You
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[Verse 1: Packy] What's happening, it's Packy you know it Writing rhymes but I need a drink, I'm a poet Moe-et on the beat, E n J in the cup If you staying in the post you ain't faded enough, hah But I know my people are staying cool Like zero degrees, like they didn't stay in school But I don't know about a lot of you I'm doing what I gotta do I'm faking but you not a true player I run my city like the mayor No suit and tie, bite me Straight hoop socks, high tops, white tees Jordans, G-Shocks, Reeboks, Nikes I don't get high like a Mariah chorus But I've been introduced to trees, yeah, met a forest Know what I'm saying cuh? I got all the refs, you don't want to play this game cuh [Chorus: Packy and Green Skeem] I see your lips move, but you ain't saying shit I see your nametag in the same bitch I see your main master with that same bitch I want my side chick, oh that's your main bitch? Nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you Nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you Now who you feeling with that wack shit? Nah you, nah you, nah you Nah you, nah you [Verse 2: Green Skeem] Alright Q, smart laughing like haha While dodging the police duckin' the Foie Gras Stay in vid as puzzle piece but not tryna fit in It's fitting that we're feeling the bandwagon, get in Sit in your seat, we ain't got no time for playin' Undercover cops looking like pigs in a blanket Hah, motivated your frame is Kelly Rowland No talking about your exes unless you're perfect bowlin' Ain't a gutter bone in me or on me, I'm not a phoney My lane is so slick that you slip of trying to clone me So, use your brain and noodle, your macaroni Talking foolish in April, why don't you show me No way, bae couldn't catch me with the fake You won't see my rocking ice cause I don't know how to skate Moe-T on the cold beat, if you don't know me or the crew We delete all you, all you [Chorus: Packy and Green Skeem] I see your lips move, but you ain't saying shit I see your nametag in the same bitch I see your main master with that same bitch I want my side chick, oh that's your main bitch? Nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you Nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you Now who you feeling with that wack shit? Nah you, nah you, nah you Nah you, nah you [Verse 3: Green Skeem] I like to talk a little shit when I put in work All up in your girl, no wonder why her stomach hurt I'm clean but they call me dirt High as hell, that's a herb, but fuck it's so down to earth Down to earth, glad you think that the topic of discussion gotta come to and end Though I'm sick of motherfuckers acting like they all in When the fact is you just a motherfucker have-been So what has to be sometihng so plain to see I mean, do you really gotta make it this easy? I mumble just a little bit but you can read my fucking lips if you want to know what the deal is And if you get in anyway, save your day and your month and year and tell me I'm great Cause that would be greatly appreciated I'll see you back around once you fucking made it [Chorus: Packy and Green Skeem] I see your lips move, but you ain't saying shit I see your nametag in the same bitch I see your main master with that same bitch I want my side chick, oh that's your main bitch? Nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you Nah you, nah you, nah you, nah you Now who you feeling with that wack shit? Nah you, nah you, nah you Nah you, nah you
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