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Correct Don't Stress Lyrics
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Correct Don't Stress
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[Knightowl] Fools collapse when they fuck With the real mothafucka that is Bustin slugs all in their mugs Bitches and snitches run just like a river The shit that I deliever Makes em quiver, I'm bigger My finger's on the trigger You mothafuckas know A crazy vato like me Don't give a fuck I'm og So think about that Little bitch up in a casket Shit got drastic That puto's ass got blasted He fucked around And got a bullet all up in his face On a mothafuckin walls His brains I had to paste Never trust a man That likes to yap them fuckin lips Try to get lok and see my ass Unloading all them clips I be the kinda of fool That takes no shit from no one To slow that mc down I got to bust a fuckin round To the bitch talking out The mothafuckin neck so I gotta show em it's me They better respect, uhhh [Chorus: Leicy Loc] Don't stress You should of worn your Bullet proof vest And you might not of caught These slugs in your chest Don't stress You should of worn your Bullet proof vest Cause now I got to Put your ass to rest [2] [Leicy Loc] Now don't think for one second That this bitch won't trip What me quickly Flip and twist your ass up Then slip the tip of this tech Down your mothafuckin neck Puttin your ass in instant check Best belive that's a promise Cause I never make threats Click above to visit our sponsors And I never say shit That I'll some day regret So when I'm bailin through your set Don't think I'm out to catch I might catch a bad one And your ass is done Feel the fire from this gun Run through your chest Then mentaly prepare yourself For a long nights rest Rest In Peace As you lay so peacefully Like I said it's as easy as 1 2 3 For me to flee from your presense So easily Never under estimate a G I hate to say but today Just wasn't your day And you really picked a bad Time to come out and play Baby [Chorus:] [Bokie Loc] Some times it's hard to figure out What type of V-I-V-E I want [to kick his facts] I'm livin in all of that anguish Not hard to distinguish facts to straps In the hand of a young fool Bullets excape from the chamber Could it be evil anger and danger From a demon like this Breezin through your H double O D's Whisperin in that ear them bg's Enlightin em with that non fear Til they wanna be og's We's caught in the middle in between The scene is this gang violence silence To those with these bullets up in their brain Carryin pain on their back to their grave [It's a shame] Run nigga run man Stroke by a ball in the game He wasn't even playin in Fuck [We got's to cross the field] There must be another way And that some drama for your mama Like every day [Chorus:]
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