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Correct Ain't No N**** Lyrics
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Lil Flip
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Correct Ain't No N****
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(feat. David Banner) [Chorus: Lil' Flip + (David Banner)] Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga Cause the rest of ya'll niggaz ain't shit (ain't shit) (Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga So the rest of ya'll niggaz eat-a-dick) (eat-a-dick!) Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!) Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!) Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!) Them niggaz talkin shit (I'm a dump my clip!) [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] I'm takin' my haterz off I'm drinkin a cup or two Ya'll niggaz ain't trill that's why we don't fuck with you Ya'll don't smoke dro, and ya'll don't drank lean Bananna scare face and the Underground king Now you hear me (Oooh!), now you feel me (Oooh!) Now you love it nigga we still thuggin My twenty-fours rubbin cause my rims are too heavy I got my own liquor now I can't hold the wheel steady 'Cause I been drinkin while as the lights blinkin My Rolls gold shinin with the mall, black diamonds (yup) Me and Banner tag teaming again Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin again [Chorus:] [Verse 2: David Banner] I walk into the party mayne bustin and sprayin Bitches flyin through the air of the shit that you sayin If you ballin nigga bring it mayne fuck yo click! Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip Like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends And if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends We blowin swisha, Mr. Mississippi all in ya back When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all good With some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood Mayne go on tell the feds like a pussy nigga should Yeah tick, tick, tick bitch we blowin up ya hood! [Chorus:] [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] You got Mr. Crunk-and-Mr. Layed back And if you hated 'Like A Pimp' bitch this the payback We droppin hit after hit you know they feelin us man You want us both for a show that's thirty-five grand (nigga) And we don't take checks we want the green man Don't make us run up with that infrared beam man [Verse 4: David Banner] Man I'm all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth And I'm a try to blow ya brains out And remember what you niggaz say about the south Now they want a beat, now they want a verse Now it's gonna hurt but you niggaz caused pain I'm a put it in ya back with my Mississippi mac That's it bitch have a good day! It's A-to the B C for the niggaz who couldn't bring my cash It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right When a motherfucker whippin yo ass [Chorus - repeat to end]
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