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Correct 8 Or 9 AM: Monday Morning / CRC Assessment Lyrics
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Correct 8 Or 9 AM: Monday Morning / CRC Assessment
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[Hook] They girlfriends love me, so I'm steady in they tummy Like they late for an appointment, these bitches saying they coming Nigga getting money, no need to look at me funny On my Qualiman shit, so these hookers jocking my Dougie [Verse 1] Booth is like a ballot box and I'm the one they checking for I'm the one that they stressing over this shit inside my dresser drawer Fresh to death, fresh as shit, and I might need and exorcist They way these bitches heads spin from entrance when exit this impressive whip With niggas fresher, so that's why they show me extra skin That shit's impressive bitch I know it's bigger in the South, but keep my name up out your mouth Baby get up off of my Texas dick Above sea level when I be mic checking this Check it, fuck the pressure shawty, I ain't big on that stressing shit I just blow on that stress and piff, puff and pass, Jetson shit T.U.S. or vasectomy or have anal sex with an elephant And I'm just spittin for the hell of it These hoes draw me fan signs to tell me that they love the way I ride [Hook] [Verse 2] But I don't answer calls, the ringer off Speedin down the fast lane, one way, blinkers off Promise you some of these artists really need to pause Before you nigga dropped it, I don't think you even think at all And I be moonwalking, leaning, overdosing trees Blowing Z's of indo til I feel as though I won't breathe In a comatose sleep, I'm walking in a dream Your baddest bitch to me is at least a low three Keep it G, you niggas at a stand still Your whole crew is garbage as fuck, landfill Your girl P poppin on a handstand Panties drop quicker than a heavy ass anvil I am real, better yet, I am trill That's why the fuck I understand why you hate it, yeah Louis bags shittin on your fake grills That's why I'm always ballin, even when I gotta pay the bills Go tell that ho that I'm a Trojan Even Sparta couldn't fuck with me once I started blowing I'm a dog, bitch I'm all up in your walls Better keep your friends away Or there a chance that I'm gon' get up in them all, all of y'all I'm just saying, as long as you turn the drama off And make the marijuana calls and you could ride with us tomorrow Bitch They girlfriends love me, so I'm steady in they tummy Like a nigga getting money, wait, fuck It's too early for this shit
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