Correction Lyrics Big Timers by Damjonboi

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Damjonboi

Why you mad? 'Cause we smokin' out the pound, hater?
Act in my cup lookin' like?a?grape Now and?Later (Mud)
Think the feds tryna send?unders to cop from me
That's why I keep on cleaning dirty money like I'm OCD
If his price is too high then I'ma take his commas
Seen my future, gettin' free bands like diamonds and dollars
See, your chain ain't real and you ain't either
And my diamonds like my coke, it both got flakes in it
I'ma show you how to whip, put your wrist in it
Put the dope in the rental, hit the road, I'm riskin' it
See, you always broke, that's why you probably mad
I'm 'bout to drop Forgis on the Benz, boy, do the math
Thirty pokin' out the .40, try me, that's your a**
Hollow tip hit you, have you sportin' a colostomy bag
Six in the deuce, sh*t look like a mud bath
Try to Karo me, it be a bloodbath
Keep the .40 tucked, boy, we ain't scrappin', n***a
Plus I know some killers that's itchin' to come scratch a n***a
I need a freak that's pet**e to come swamp a n***a
She ain't makin' pieces but she give me good top, b*t*h n***a
Just me and four hundred grams on the road trip
'Bout to make forty bands on one flip
Catch me countin' a hundred bands wearin' a blindfold
N***a, I can do this sh*t with my eyes closed
I keep that strong X, go in that two pills a jar
Plus I keep that lean on me like I'm Mr. Clark
Said I keep that strong X, go in that two pills a jar
Plus I keep that lean on me like I'm Mr. Clark

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