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Correct Care Man Lyrics
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Correct Care Man
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[Intro] I'm the care man (Squat made the beat) See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then (B100) [Chorus] Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him [Verse 1] Look, hit the block, yeah Phone ringin' early, it ain't even seven o'clock, huh The early bird get the worm, time to set up shop, yeah, uh Serve you in a hurry In the kitchen cookin' pot, thought it was curry, uh, uh Whip an Audemar, go whip a Rollie, huh, yeah, uh Run off with that pack, boy, this shit stolen, huh, yeah, uh I know bg got that stick, see, he barely can tote it, yeah Kay just hit a lick, best believe I put him on it, uh [Pre-Chorus] Hellraiser, caretaker, soul-taker I just counted up like three mil', I want some more paper If you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper Uh, if you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper [Chorus] Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him [Verse 2] Ayy, you can't sell a dub here, you a dub here Heard shawty was havin' paper then, yeah, that was him Ayy, he went broke on that lil' bitch, she say she loved him I broke the bezel on that bitch, I tried to flood him, huh, uh I billed the hell out of that lil' bitch, couldn't even afford me, huh (Bitch) I had to break the one ho phone, she was tryna record me (Give me that shit) I had to put the Maybach, motherfucker, on Forgis (Skrrt) I had to flip over that bitch in case she know me Ayy, who am I? [Pre-Chorus] Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors They gon' hold me down, anchor, I just got a hundred acres Hundred pointer 'round my ankle, plus, I'm a soul-taker [Chorus] Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him [Outro] Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors
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