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Correct Toast 2 That Lyrics
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Cousin Stizz
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Correct Toast 2 That
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[Intro: Cousin Stizz] Let's toast to that, yeah I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man All my niggas in the jail, man, we always think about you, bruh Keep your head up high, for real, for real 'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (Free 'Vonte) Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig But we with you, you feel me? Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah [Chorus: Cousin Stizz] Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that [Verse 1: Cousin Stizz] Shawty talk crazy, we in all black We in black masks, all my niggas strapped Ayy, man, let's toast to that We been gettin' money from the jump (From the jump) I came through, felony inside my trunk (Inside my trunk) Before rap, niggas been about them dumps, ooh Before rap, niggas been on these chumps, ooh I don't how we 'posed to fake all the funk [Chorus: Cousin Stizz] Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that Fuck your bitch, and I take her on trips But ain't no postin' that (No postin' that bitch) I had to put in that work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag Whip hard and cut every seven grams, sold her this good crack (Woo, woo, woo) I mix it up with the b-tweezy, my nigga Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga The blow Trader Joe, got that organic dope And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga We dumpin', and drop it out Bussin' packets like pimple, we poppin' off I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm Above the Law Nigga, fuck the law (Nigga fuck the) I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that Made a couple million, can't let a ho get close to that I told papi the rock it wasn't lockin', I sent that coca back I had to put in that work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag [Outro: Cousin Stizz] Tryna find my next drug never meant so much And vices never cared about my age either Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the steering wheels the same The family And only I could be the teacher in the end
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