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Correct Janitor Work Lyrics
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Correct Janitor Work
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[Verse 1] Youngin’ came with his 40 thumping You niggas still lames, y’all like 40-something He bought my album then he listened, then I told him something Your main bitch is humping, let me clip your function October shit, carve his face like pumpkins Always up to something, trash day, you dumping Guarantee, I’m the last one you want to bump in She pulled up banging my shit then told me jump in Who talk it like this, besides this Money got involved and side switched I felt a funny vibe when my eyes twitched I passed a burner to him, that’s my assist I called [___] down, he body shit Alligator in the tub, you know I’m from the mud We ain’t need it, rob a pussy rapper just because No guns on the rapper, let him get his buzz County jail for eight months, got rich off subs Your favorite rapper takes notes for me I hearing dibs more openly, y’all pay homage hopefully They say, “Lo, you’re in the booth” it’s street poetry It’s where it’s supposed to be, spray you like potpourri [Hook] Was in the trap before they called it trap Was embedded in the fiend, I kept running back Niggas pussies, ain’t no purge happening Y’all got some nerve rapping Damn! [Verse 2] Biggie shit, robbed the train station Missing shit, I brought this [?] to face him. I brought this thing to race it I keep this thing on waist lift [?], I paved the way, bitch [?], let’s go hard if it makes sense My arm hurting, your charm ain’t working How you’re a G, nigga? You ain’t put no work in Let my youngin’ hold the 40, he got work in You got a stupid look on, stop smirking He brought my 40 back, he brought the mac-10 This was back when O’s was a stack then I’m the reason it had went up like that then Met a plug with some oils, that’s the end I could really talk that dope boy shit Real shit, most you rappers, that’s ho boy shit But I guess the fans like it, nigga, do your shit Real shit, I heard your shit, it was doodoo shit I hit the line right on Facetime And never dropped a dime when I faced time You niggas smoking woods, I’m the lace kind, K2 kind Expose a pussy nigga and do time [Hook] Was in the trap before they called it trap Was embedded in the fiend, I kept running back Niggas pussies, ain’t no purge happening Y’all got some nerves rapping
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