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Correct Super Sturdy Lyrics
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[Intro] Drinking Mo and olives Third best rapper, Shakur and Wallace Drinking Mo and olives Shakur [Verse 1] (Damn!) I’m flying past you, killer, you’s a capper peeler You suck the bitch toes, I’ll drill her then I’ll happy wheel her We [?] hitters, wife was with him, then we had to kill her Used [?] when they had to kill her This shit stink on everything, but it’s vacuum sealed up It was three to a cell when the jails was filled up You felt the shit from the rip, it ain’t had to build up Baby boy, watch your body, and definitely keep your shield up It’s a blessing if you see me, I’m more like Mussolini Winter time shooting it out, now bitches in bikinis I don’t even know the broad, she all in between me Vegas, I ain’t own the shit, rent the Lamborghini When the shell burst, he fell face first When it’s on, jerk, we don’t save a verse I’m in the kitchen ‘bout to make dessert Ab had a stack, I had a stack, then he made it work [Hook] I’ve been moving like the champ before the transplant You know I’m super stamped and never said I can’t Internet, he talking shit, he my biggest fan We in the minivan swinging through the Lands I picked this ratchet on, I pit the rapid on So ahead of this shit, a running back was on him [Verse 2] This shit is legendary, I’m always in a hurry On the corner screaming ready, keep the steamer ready You have a dream, I’m Freddy, mix the H with fety I’ll have you hate you met me, now go ahead and wet him Don’t deceive me, the judge don’t believe me Thought he had me cornered, bro was shooting like Luigi Waste of talent, Michael Beasley, it get violent, take it easy Just show me to the safe, that’ll make it easy Make a wrong move, I’m moving with my foams loose If this was the 80’s, I would’ve killed you in the phone booth My back against the wall, I never made calls And I made it out, I’m that light, you took your shades off The work I pitted in the streets never paid off Machine gun sprayed off, you ain’t get to take off I’m the sole survivor, drinking Mo and olives I’m the third best rapper, Shakur and Wallace [Hook] I’ve been moving like the champ before the transplant You know I’m super stamped and never said I can’t Internet, he talking shit, he my biggest fan We in the minivan swinging through the Lands I picked this ratchet on, I pit the rapid on So ahead of this shit, a running back was on him
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