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Correct Bring Them Things Lyrics
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[Intro:] Aye, yeah, boy! Aye, yeah! Aye, yeah, boy! Aye, yeah! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] How I’m goin’ crazy, crazy? Bitch, I get it These bitches poppin’ mollies like the hippies in the sixties Bring your ass to East Atlanta, I don’t do deliveries I’m chargin’ like I’m Tony Montana, the homes ain’t killin’ no children Top of Savannah with blue New Balances And bricks all under the building Homegirl said I’m the man gettin’ money, But I ain’t seen a nigga, I missed it New Lambo and I’m sittin’ real low, slidin’ around without my ceiling Used to be my hoe, you can have that hoe My nigga, I ain’t got no feelings ‘Fore I started rappin’ Gucci Mane was sellin’ dope Her brother wanna meet me but I’m still sayin’ “no” Call my phone again, I’mma have to tell him “go” Two-hundred squares, a hundred pairs, what’s your price? Low? [Hook: Yung Fresh] Bring them things in – bring them things in When you come in, make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it Man, I’m goin’ hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain How you doin’? I’m goin’ stupid, goin’ dumb, bitch I’m a Zone 3, nigga, you know I’m on that slum shit And my nigga from that Six, and he jugglin’ all them bricks And he fuckin’ with your French, and they know the streets is back [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Johnny Dame on my wrist, cost ‘bout a couple bricks Got Vellanos on my whips, Forgiatos on my whips Got the 40 on my hip, with ‘bout 50 in the clip Hit the kitchen, hit the strip – grab some pounds and some zips If the block sellin’ here, hit your block, let it rip Give me top in that Six, bitch, my watch very clear And my pockets very fat, and I stay spendin’ racks Spend them stacks, get it back, twelve chickens in the back ‘Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain’t what I want Try to play me like a punk, my niggas’ll leave you slumped ‘Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain’t what I want Try to play me like a punk, my niggas’ll leave you slumped [Hook: Yung Fresh] [Verse 3: Yung Fresh] Juugin’ off them millions, on the table, hit the city Man, we got cameras in the front, receivin’, backin’ in When you come in, make sure you have them hundreds, then… We count dividends, only conversatin’ if you spend Super-charged, straight A, charge it, see it on them rims Hit you fuckin’ head in, you been a real nigga when If you wanna buy ten, come and buy thirty-six Charge ‘em thiry-two nicks, that’s a five for the dry Benz top circumcised and you know the body wide Glock 9 on my thigh, hidden right between, I… Young, fly street nigga, bitch, I’m from New Jack City Have a temper around women, if you want it, come get it (fresh) [Hook: Yung Fresh]
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