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Correct Why You Think Lyrics
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Correct Why You Think
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[Intro] You know I thought they knew I was a big stepper, well-known flexer Girlfriend ass caresser You heard? [Verse] Why you think we the same, nigga? We ain't the same, nigga I'm the type to do the hit and up, you the type to pay hitters I'm the type to walk over the body, let the flame hit him You the type to spin the block, don't give a fuck if you graze niggas Bitch, I ride with hitters, uh Even if we four deep, it's eight rods inside the Sprinter They want me to go like Rickey, got a rod inside my denim Life like Kahoot, he answer wrong, he sent to the sender We was praisin' shooters, wonder why life keep on descending, uh Still don't give a fuck, I spin a bend like I was Simmons, uh I feel like Raf, I ain't gotta hit Neimans to get them Simons (No) Tryna change my ways but I'm on the opps head, you can say I'm tempted (For real) Bro say just for a feature he'll get 'em dead, he reminiscing Nigga, is you gon' pay your shooters or is you gon' play your shooters? We treat your shooters like they target practice, slay your shooters He got no play, he on the bench, nigga, you 2K-ed your shooter Wonder why he gunnin' for your head, 'cause you ain't save your shooter K's on the block hot, wish Tadoe never died or I could've saved Nico Your whole gang full of crash dummies, your frontline like a free throw We can hang on the opp block like the wifi, that's a hotspot, and we keep rope Wintertime, I keep a P inside a jacket, for rainy days, got a peacoat I was goin' to school with P clothes, I still feel like fuck the R. I. C. O. 's (Fuck 'em) Grew up in Bearwood West, that's why I'm so close with the 'migos I do my dance when the pack touch down, they start to call a nigga T. O. I make my mama mama rich, give her them chips, she love casinos We want more life, nigga, like Vedo, think I'm broke? Well, shit, she know Ain't free Pooh up out them chains, but I'm happy we got Dido We'll box a nigga up like he a pizza, work for Dino's And my dreadhead smoke Keef, he a chief, get 'em gone, finito Yeah, Panama Beach, we still got Glocks, they say, "Baby Toos, you hot" They don't know it's a warzone, I'ma pop 'fore Baby Too get shot Always keep my guard on, let a shot off 'fore this tool get popped Who the fuck I'ma call on or I'ma fall on if Lil Too get shot? [Outro] For real Thinkin' like, who I'ma talk to about my problems? They say I'm a, uh, blessing Can you tell me, am I in disguise? Word
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