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Correct It Was A Good Year Lyrics
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French Montana
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Correct It Was A Good Year
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Hard up, thinking bout the best move next Light fuck jet blue, I need a blue jet Never underestimate the underdog green (Damn sir, where’d you find this?) Best thing came about to your feast Came up, what a hell of a man 4-4, long nose, call me elephant man Drag the niggas from the bottom to the bottom, homie I could tell From crabs in the bucket to the last to tell Back in my little room shack, work flipping the back Nigga trippin the set, I gotta lick here 9 inch show by the brick hell Like fuck good day, this a good year Every day get paid, straight hustle Club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Triple double, triple double, triple double Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Get me on the court and I’m Troubling the exotic sports car, no top Something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it They don’t make this for novice, they make these for pilots On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel Hater tryna throw mud, it’s love I came out standing steel What’s really real when these bitches behaving Like in air force all sex crazy My home girl molly came got it poppin I’m just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket like they had karate She won’t kick it, sit by me Come over to the crib, get hit by me Woke er up and told er get that money to them lanes You were sent by me, it’s jet life over here partner And plus nobody I know got popped in New orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes Avoid potholes on these streets, I am dreaded Every day get paid, straight hustle Club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Triple double, triple double, triple double Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em Never know holmes, might trip the triple double Today was a good day, great day Yea, it was a pay day So make way for motherfuckers only bout that gray day Making money now, what the fuck you talkin bout When these bitches start trippin we just lock em out Gotta bounce, and that’s a regular day For that independent rap shit I’m paving the way They hatin away that I’m bathing in a Hustler coming for your neck, better make your escape I came in shittin, real grain grippin Bitches on that kobain, cocaine sniffin But they just on a quest to be some rock stars We party hard and we duckin from them cop cars This mac miller, montana Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands You don’t got another music, respect the man
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