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Correct Could You! Lyrics
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Correct Could You!
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[Intro: Djquincy and Lil Candypaint] Mikey, you ain't shit Fifty Grand Ginseng! Y'all fuck with Summrs? Yeah, I fuck with Summrs Bro, I keep hearing about Summrs and Autumn, I was just telling- Yeah, Brentrambo put me on with them Who are they? Like, I haven't heard shit yet They fye? They got the 'lil baby voices on deck (What's good?) (Alright) -know about Autumn Y'all niggas going up. Period Niggas going up [Verse: Autumn!] I don't want yo bitch, bra, I want your sister (Ha!) The K, it gone pop like a blister We in the Honda, yeah, we finna blitz em (Yeah) My bitch rock Dior, or yeah, the new Christian [?] my niggas, we up, you can't miss 'em Scope on the chopstick, so you better not miss 'em (Bop, bop) The bitch had to quit to say that she miss me Uh, miss me with all of that She at the T, so you better not kiss her (No) This for the 'lil niggas that say Twinuzis pussy Okay, the xd beg to differ (Two!) Like, threw a band in front my nigga, I told 'em pop out for the Triller Them rack-rack-racks, they speak to me different They say, "Oh yeah, Wick on a mission" Tried to lock in with your [?] but I guess you ain't fuck with the vision Quick 2k off of Wells Fargo, and we hit them juggs with precision Got sticks, but bro, is you really on go? Cause you really live with the decision New Telegram message, bro said they got pints for the low, would you like to commission? I used to ride in a Honda Accord, but the cla better for business We on the [?] like that shit is for fun, fuck around, put the opps on a hitlist We in there, bro, but we still with them niggas that wrap the pack up like it's Christmas New bitch, she only rock Prada and Fendi, just had to go get her some inches Niggas be cap in the dm, like, "Bro, this shit mid, when you ready for business?" Too many hunnids accumulating, so you know Wicky finna go spend it Finna go 'head and [?] fidget the way when young niggas go spin it My Nina a slut, she gone bust if I say, so don't give her a reason to listen [Verse 2: Summrs] I got two poles on me, don't come in that way, you know I'ma fish it I'll still beat a 'lil nigga ass, so fuck that xd, we don't need a pistol Yeah, these niggas be talkin' that lame ass shit, that cash shit, I ain't tryna hear it Yeah, now we finna go take three bands out the fuckin' bank, so take me to the nearest Don't know that lame ass bitch, keep capping for the line, now she fuck with my lyrics Don't even know why I tried to drive the Benz off the lean, man, I couldn't even steer it, yeah She telling me lies, she said that she love me Put my Airpods on, I don't wanna hear it Wake up in the morning, and thank God every fucking day just 'cause I'm living I was broke than a bitch last year, now stack my money tall to the fuckin' ceiling She gone fuck on 'lil Rino, she know that I'm down at the highest in the fucking city Never know what a nigga plan, so you know I gotta ride 'round with the fucking blicky, yeah My niggas cracking bins, cpns What it do, 'lil nigga? Let's talk some business
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