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Correct No Sweat Lyrics
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Childish Major
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Correct No Sweat
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[Chorus: Childish Major] I ain't sweatin' all summer, summer I-I-I-I'm, ain't sweatin' all summer, summer [Verse 1: Childish Major] Yeah In June, July they get real crazy, with them duke daisies Goin' lighter on makeup, could finally see what she made of Met her at the Rocks on La Brea I was gettin' some drawers, I got caught up by that womp I market some Carolina and southern is my direction And my compass got no lack She said, "I heard them country niggas, never done hold back" Ayy, when your grapevine Welches How hot it is surprised you ain't meltin' Hershey toned body, like help me And when am I holdin' you down? Deeper conversations Put some stones off in your crown, ooh one day let's get some isolation Want some ice cream and I ain't trying to be all invasive But if you like it, there's no need for further persuasion Love, what ya mad for? She laughs, uh Clearly not gay as she finna hang with a big ass rock She got a man and that's, it's cool, it's cool It's cool, it's cool, yeah [Chorus: Childish Major] I ain't sweatin' all summer, summer I-I-I-I'm, ain't sweatin' all summer, summer [Verse 2: Ludacris] Never sweat Ha, listen, Mama told me don't sweat the small stuff (Nah) Like women fakin' like they ain't taken, they all sluts (Uh) I guess a slut walk is safer than a Crip walk If money speak louder than words then I let my shit talk Caviar for breakfast (Breakfast), champagne bubble bath Diamonds studded necklace (Yeah), racks in the duffel bag People think I'm sexist, yeah I only fuck with women Stay grinnin', speak cloth talk, sleepin' on expensive linens (Ha) Check the thread count (Yeah), head counts in the mornin' Just as much as in the evenin' Worth so much money gotta stash away my semen Wealth is generational Rap slash movie star, benefits occupational (Ah) Such as a sensational feelin', kneelin' with my hands high Thankin' God for another day, rebuke the bad guy Summertime is the best, never regret it Stay fresh, and in case I perspire, I never sweat it Luda [Chorus: Childish Major] I ain't sweatin' all summer, summer I-I-I-I'm, ain't sweatin' all summer, summer
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