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Correct No Women No Kids Lyrics
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[Intro] You are still Yeah Now open your eyes Uh [Verse] Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes (Whip up) Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms (My shit lit up, right) Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (Hah) We tycoons, I'm a fly goon (Hahaha) Only smokin' the best like dza Catch a bitch goin' through my pockets, I just might kill her (Fuck is you doin', yo?) My young bitch 23, she dress like sza If I need a brick, I know the chef like rza (Talk to 'em) Stackin' all this cream, they tryna inspect the method (Hah) Youngin scorin' on the opps, he 'bout to set the record (Boom boom boom boom) Nigga, I'm about to apply extra pressure (Cap) Rappers say they on my level, but have yet to measure (Picture that, nigga) Versace to my socks, boy, I'm extra fresher (You see me, bitch) Throw my gloves on, screw on the tec suppressor (What's poppin', nigga) They say I'm too passionate as a writer (Hah) But I don't give a fuck, that's what happen when you fire (Hah) You can't tell me all these rappers not inspired Before Reject 2, niggas was rappin' like Desiigner (Hahahaha) I'm that nigga if you have to just inquire But you can visit my hood and go and ask if I'm a liar (Go ask the real niggas) Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire (Boom boom boom boom) Alejandro Sosa the only cat that I aspire to be (Brr) [Outro] Yeah, you know what's up, nigga Uh, fifty rounds for you fuck niggas I'm back in rare form, nigga Haha, yeah Machine, bitch Alchemist Oh my fuckin' God, nigga Smash and scrape the whole summer, nigga I promise you I don't think nobody fuckin' with me I'ma take that back I know nobody ain't fuckin' with me, nigga Point 'em out Machine [Skit] See all these niggas out here? Mmm Strugglin' to survive, man When you strugglin' to survive, you need somebody to follow So I figured, why not give 'em God?
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