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Correct Fuck Up Next Lyrics
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Correct Fuck Up Next
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[Intro: Moneymarr] Uh Uh, uh Uh, Moneymarr Uh, uh [Chorus: Moneymarr] I'm high off these drugs, this shit got me thinkin', I can't think straight, uh Moneymarr up now, bitch, fuck up next, nigga, I had to wait, uh Used to trap on the block with the stick and the Glock, I was fresh out the gate, uh And before all the fame bitches wasn't on dick, now they all in my face, uh Bitch, I'm a block star, I'm pushing weight I get the bags in, come from over the state Walk down, I'm baking his cake Try to whip out the stick but it's way too late I'm smoking on Runtz, shit got me in space That lil' bitch on my line, told her give me some space And she bougie and bad, I can tell by her traits I'ma ice out my neck and Versace my waist [Verse 1: Warhol. Ss] The new O-Dog, pick up the Glock and I twist it I get me a Fanta, then I'ma remix it Kel-Tec piece, ain't no way that he missin' Percocet demon, I know 'bout the itchin' Stones, rocks Fifty pointers, it'll bust out the clock When my brody got out, they was callin' the opps Rockin' Mike Amiri, in the pocket, Zanottis Yeah, hot boy, nigga, on the block all day Eating lobster and shrimp with the steak on the plate I ain't never had shit, nigga, fuck your gang And I pop my shit, hoes know my name, yeah We shoot like a hoop, thought it was a game Was about to serve him but I see he a stain Slime a nigga out, Abel and Cain Nigga shootin' but he ain't got the aim Yeah, yeah, we gon' trap it out just like the A's In the bando, I back out amazing Whip the babies, we ain't gotta raise 'em If my pops got years, he face 'em I beat the case, droppin' twenty for lawyers In a foreign, one twenty, we floor it Put a Rollie on me, that's a mortgage [Chorus: Moneymarr] I'm high off these drugs, this shit got me thinkin', I can't think straight, uh Moneymarr up now, bitch, fuck up next, nigga, I had to wait, uh Used to trap on the block with the stick and the Glock, I was fresh out the gate, uh And before all the fame bitches wasn't on dick, now they all in my face, uh Bitch, I'm a block star, I'm pushing weight I get the bags in, come from over the state Walk down, I'm baking his cake Try to whip out the stick but it's way too late I'm smoking on Runtz, shit got me in space That lil' bitch on my line, told her give me some space And she bougie and bad, I can tell by her traits I'ma ice out my neck and Versace my waist [Verse 2: Moneymarr] Pop me a Perc', I'ma feel like a demon I can't fuck with the Wocky, I'm already leanin' Bust down vs, shit get to blinging Get cut down, chop at his neck got him singing If I drop a price, niggas baking your pie Walk around with the glizzy, I'm feeling like Shy Niggas hate on me but I don't know why I could fuck on your bitch and I don't gotta try Drop a price on his head, man, it ain't no excuse Tell my killer go get him, he got him, he ruthless Twenty-two hit his lip, now, that nigga, he toothless And my shit be organic, these niggas be boosting Got the pounds of the pressure, that shit get to boofing I don't want that lil' bitch if she bad but she stupid I'ma stack up the cake, I ain't never gon' lose it Moneymarr street smart, I could never be foolish [Chorus: Moneymarr] I'm high off these drugs, this shit got me thinkin', I can't think straight, uh Moneymarr up now, bitch, fuck up next, nigga, I had to wait, uh Used to trap on the block with the stick and the Glock, I was fresh out the gate, uh And before all the fame bitches wasn't on dick, now they all in my face, uh Bitch, I'm a block star, I'm pushing weight I get the bags in, come from over the state Walk down, I'm baking his cake Try to whip out the stick but it's way too late I'm smoking on Runtz, shit got me in space That lil' bitch on my line, told her give me some space And she bougie and bad, I can tell by her traits I'ma ice out my neck and Versace my waist
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