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Correct On The Go Lyrics
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Correct On The Go
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[Intro] (Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven) [Verse 1] I run through the pack like I'm Derrick Henry These niggas won't shoot like Ben Simmons (Felipe S) I catch a play, got the stick with me I'm in la with your bitch with me I turned her on, it's your bitch business (Turn me up a little bit, Zedd) She like to swim with the big fishes Two thirty-five, I'm a big [?] (Yung Lan on the track) Two-twenty on my car dashboard Went to the lot and paid cash for it The life that I live, took a chance for it I put some stamps on the passport I'm on the way to the Clearport Brought me a hundred K, dear God This jacket on me a Fear of God Can't think right now, I got brain fog All white Dior and the [?] Met a lil' bitch from the west side We at the Hawks game, we courtside Coachin' these bitches like Rex Ryan 23K for a choker chain Finna take off like the airplane Ain't want the [?] shit, it's too plain Ain't want that bitch, she was too plain [Chorus] I'm just like woah, woah, woah I'm on the road, road, road I'm on the go, go, go Had to perfect my flow Had to put on my bro Had to designer my clothes Had to designer my ho Look at her nails and her toes She 'bout her business, it show I'm just like woah, woah, woah Had to put on my bro I'm on the go, go, go I'm on the road, road, road Had to designer my clothes Had to designer my ho I'm just like woah, woah, woah [Verse 2] Damn, her body too cold Had to Versace my robe Surprising these niggas, Nick Foles And I be havin' bankrolls, no Fresh G-Star jeans, no Guess Need my money, no less Havin' these checks correct Damn, she sexy, she blessed Droppin' these hits, I'm up next Had to bust down my Rolex Had to bust down my Cartiers After I hit, we part ways Serve a nigga bags, then part ways Traphouse [?] Servin' out the nigga [?] I remember all them dark days White collar, ran up smart way Served a nigga, project hallways Feet hurt, I been on 'em all day My back hurt, we been fuckin' all day Peewee money, got this shit the long way Good loud, got this shit the strong way Ball every day, fuck holidays Like we get the bags and just call away [Chorus] I'm just like woah, woah, woah I'm on the road, road, road I'm on the go, go, go Had to perfect my flow Had to put on my bro Had to designer my clothes Had to designer my ho Look at her nails and her toes She 'bout her business, it show I'm just like woah, woah, woah Had to put on my bro I'm on the go, go, go I'm on the road, road, road Had to designer my clothes Had to designer my ho I'm just like woah, woah, woah
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