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Correct Shorties Lyrics
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[Intro] You dig? You know how I'm rocking, cut off stockings (Dp on the beat) Keep kush all up in my pocket All designer, get your grind up Got a Breitling for the timer Hey, hey, hey [Chorus] Them my shorties (Them my shorties), them my shorties Them my shorties, them my shorties I give my shorties 40s They come through blowing, blowing, blowing They ain't missing, ayy They come through scoring, scoring, scoring Them my shorties, them my shorties These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties I give my shorties 40s They come through blowing, blowing, blowing When we pull up, hop out Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing Them my shorties [Verse 1] Gambino grab the strap, ayy, Flash grab my racks, hey Ball drive the car, ayy, Tadoe grab the thots, ayy Tray Savage grab the mac, ayy, Cap grab the back, ayy Throwback grab the front, ayy, this ain't what you want Them my shorties, ayy, yeah, we love shooting guns, ayy Call Caper from the front, ayy, he come through with the pump Call Juice from Savage Squad, ayy, he come through with the lumps Call Fredo out the cut, ayy, he come through with the mump Very scary, Goosebumps, I come through with the skunk Blowing on the skunk, skunk reeking out my truck And I don't give a fuck, I got money, not no luck I ain't never gave no fuck, was always with the buck-buck [Chorus] Them my shorties, them my shorties Them my shorties, them my shorties I give my shorties 40s They come through blowing, blowing, blowing They ain't missing, ayy They come through scoring, scoring, scoring Them my shorties, them my shorties These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties I give my shorties 40s They come through blowing, blowing, blowing When we pull up, hop out Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing Them my shorties [Verse 2] I'm smoking cat piss, Johnny pissed on my necklace Come through with that gat, bitch, we know drama, young and reckless My niggas always wildin', I swear they overprotective We don't know detective, we don't know who shoots the weapons Don't care about a lecture, all I care about is money Don't give no fuck 'bout court, don't give no fuck 'bout running I'm somewhere counting money, it's a money damn tsunami, ayy I'm somewhere eatin' pastrami with my shorties, we be munching And mobbing [Chorus] Them my shorties, them my shorties Them my shorties, them my shorties I give my shorties 40s They come through blowing, blowing, blowing They ain't missing, ayy They come through scoring, scoring, scoring Them my shorties, them my shorties These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties I give my shorties 40s They come through blowing, blowing, blowing When we pull up, hop out Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing Them my shorties
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