Correction Lyrics Really Do It by Damjonboi

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Yeah
Yeah
Damn, E this a cla**ic
East side n***a
Seven mile n***a
F**k a squad sh*t n***a, that gang sh*t, that 48205 sh*t n***a
H-Town, Red Zone, 48205 the long way n***a
Gang, squad
SB till the world blow
Free Ball, n***a
Ay Cash f**k these n***as
Rest in peace T-Boz n***a, Rest in peace Sleaze, n***a
Killa let me hit that weed
Ay

Five hundred dollars for a motherf**kin' hoodie
Yo' man's in the club by his self, I smell pu**y
Gang in this b*t*h n***a all you smell is cookie
Them percs got a n***a on the edge so don't push me
Cappin' a** n***as must don't know who they dealin' with
Stump her n***a right in front of her mind yo' business b*t*h
Michael Myers of the rap game I been killin' sh*t
You can go and buy a thousand guns and you still a b*t*h
Turn some cheese down f**k your party I ain't feelin' it
Let her shoot the bag if she run off imma kill the b*t*h
Is you n***as really paying homage or you stealing sh*t
Toonman with this motherf**ker I be drillin' sh*t
We ain't gotta hit no more licks b*t*h I'm straight
You gon' do what when you see me I can't wait
N***as sippin drink tryin' to be sweet but I'm addicted to it
You could have Jesus on your tape I won't listen to it
All that d**k riding you should let the b*t*hes do it
Barely seen me with the fam I been gettin' to it
The old me dead and gone somewhere in the sewage
Everybody talkin' bout it but who really do it?

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