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Correct Milwaukee Lyrics
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[Intro] Yo shout out to all my Chiraq niggas Milwaukee niggas Supermax niggas out in Colorado Wooh [Verse 1] In the streets, I’m liver, you should seek advisors Robin Hood to the hood, I’m the Equalizer Hit them with the tranquilizer And never slid inside her, only used a slidebook Tell the shooter I got some work, he answered back like “Roger” Tell that nigga to shut his mouth, the brokest nigga the louder Was at the homecoming, I did my thing in Howard I’m like cancer, you ain’t got the answers Youngin’ spraying with the tec, he hitting bystanders If you never lived the shit, you couldn’t understand us Cops on my dick in Philly, I’m ‘bout to move to Atlanta And I wish she could see me, I do this shit for Grandma You know my back is silver, I’ll clap and kill ya No cap, closed casket, he don’t look familiar Pussy nigga had me going to court down on Filbert Youngin’ said he rack chasing, it makes him feel good Fifty million, eating a cup of noodles, I’ll be still hood [Hook] If I’m down and out, who gon’ really support me I’d say fuck this rap shit, but this vibe have called me A mistake, was a blessing, I took it as it taught me Cops on my dick in Philly, I’m moving to Milwaukee [Verse 2] Popped up in Milwaukee and don’t fast talk me Rest in peace my barber, [?], Milwaukee I’m a bully to these rookies and I had on Barkleys Sharp as shark teeth, I got that boy like a priest If you were smart, you would fuck with me But you’re stuck on that fuckery I’m in og crib, it was luxury He said I could get one too, but it’s up to me The hustle, it was all in me He dead on point, you dead if I point I miss my brother’s bag, they’re in a fed joint Hit a nigga bag then I fled the joint I had a mega joint, it was dead on point And honest to you, I was kind to you I could’ve got her too, but I let your mom view you Seen the rappers in the streets, now where the guns on YouTube? Where that Rolex and the mink, man I’m done with you dudes I hate frauds, no Migo when I takeoff John Travolta, take his face off Gat pointing with the safe off Treat the Jeep like a race car, [___] got the graveyard [Sample] “You reached the end of the line I always wanted to go out with a bang” [Verse 3] You could party in it Jacuzzi bubbling with the Barbie in it Just bought a crib and I’m hardly in it I’m super busy, I ain’t got a minute Stupid nigga, you get money, you ain’t got to spend it Fuck it, learn the harder way In high school, was in the hallway Free Mil, I tracked his bundles all day My last shootout, I had to get the nigga off me Killed two niggas, then I fled to Milwaukee Laywer say “no witness”, then I walked free I go through shit then I called Free They want the streets then they call me These other rappers R and B I’m Henny straight, you margari I’ve just spent the corner banging Teena Marie She told me bust it in her face, it’s vitamin D I looked out I’m in Milwaukee First body and it never haunt me Humble nigga, how he get so raunchy? I’m heading back to Philly, the feds want me I’m thinking out my mind, [?] consciously Give a nigga his monthly I get my hands dirty, I don’t use no flunkie They’re on drugs and I sell it, tell me who’s the junkie [Hook] If I’m down and out, who gon’ really support me I’d say fuck this rap shit, but this vibe have called me A mistake, was a blessing, I took it as it taught me Cops on my dick in Philly, I’m moving to Milwaukee [Outro] Damn!
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