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Correct Back To Tha City (Outro) Lyrics
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Correct Back To Tha City (Outro)
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[Intro] I got what you wanna I got, I got what you need I got what you wanna I got, I got what you need I got what you wanna [Verse] And I know u workin' long nights Just to keep the belly full and have your mind right I admire your drive, you crash this Audi truck we both dying Feeding tube for all my opps so they got they jaws wired Baby mama hogtied, for real I bet that you thought I'd never let you down, I told you Fuck you every hour, pick the flowers heed my warning I'ma lay you down, don't make a sound drown in my water Fill me up with value, look around, come in the morning I just met the Devil in Atlanta, Georgia (Yeah) In a hotel room with a tape recorder (Yeah) We shot a music video that we both starred in (Yeah) [?] over offers [?] solve each others problems, for real Top. 224 like a 3-way carbon and your friend said she like my [?] last time, call your homegirl You deserve a 150 roses like a outcall Head in the office, secretary be the fly child [Chorus] Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, back on a nigga, back on you niggas Back, back to the business, count up all my bitches (Sset) Keep countin' like I'm on the [?] [?] my worst [?] count it up, count it up Count up all the bitches, count the money [?] count [?] [Verse 2] See my 22 inch Brazilian [?] My [?] video like tossing in the box office Was on the run before you could even get 5 seconds Had to open before rap like I found the presence I was way too [?] way before that If a nigga shoot once, we blow back (Yeah) Can't eat your pussy, ain't on that Yeah, I know my worth and you worthless I walk around town with a [?] She had a real bad [?], I swear that She smell like she cologne but she curvin' Prescription Cartier, she nerdy (Brains) Chopper gonna sing, I serve all the fangs, bone marrow Fly a murder scene, call that emt, don't [?] My trigger finger got a ring, coworkers [?] big [?] Work out all your kinks and I'm on the [?] like Disney Channel Guns and butter, yeah, yeah That's all that matters, fuck, fuck, fuck your mother Did I, Did I, Did I stutter, yeah, yeah 50 thousand [?] Your fast car and your [?] driver [Chorus] Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, Back to the trap, back to the city Back to the, Back to the trap, going back to the city Back to the, back on a nigga, back on you niggas Back, back to the business, count up all my bitches Keep countin' like I'm on the [?] [?] my worst [?] count it up, count it up Count up all the bitches, count the money [?] count [?]
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