Correction Lyrics Bag by HiDoraah

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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Wheezy Beats)
(BRackz)
Yeah

Damn, Lil Uzi turned to the man (I did)
Pull up, no Range, this a Lamb' (Skrr)
Pull up on me, you get faint (Fire)
She drop to her knees, use no hands (What?)
Run through the money, toe jam (Usain)
Saw what you got in your savings (Damn)
Got more than that in my stash (Uh)
Thumb through the money and laugh (Hah)
Grab your lil' b*t*h and slow dance (What?)
Thousand dollar for my pants (Uh-huh, sheesh)
Twenty thousand my left pocket (Sheesh, damn)
Ten thousand in my right pocket (Yuh, what?)
Dolly come through with the MAC, aye (Bow)
Uzi come through, digi' dash, aye (Aye)
Chichi come through with the strap, aye (Fafafafafa)
Dora come through, aye

Dolly come through with the swag (yeah)
Chichi come through with the bag (bkrrt)
Uzi come through with the TEC (bop)
Pablo gon' finish the rest
We stackin' these checks, and we movin' like chess
Me and Lil Dolly, we doggin' your bae
Throw them in a cuff, and keep her from me
I took your man, and he got my name
Send him VVS, yeah, double choke chain
Plain Mary Jane
House in the Hills, LA livin'
Money in the ceiling, walking on a million
Ridin' in a Bentley, foreign a** chain
Now I pop my drip, I'ma top my drip
You gon' watch my drip, you gon' cop my drip
You gon' sauce my drip, you gon' claim my drip
You gon' eat my drip, you gon' ride on off with it
24 karat, red gold
We don't f**k with you n***as, you really some hoes
Chain on my neck, it make my heart cold
I'm a slime a** n***a, I'll wipe a n***a nose
Kickin' sh*t like I got steel toes
I tripped [?] and it still sold
Don't play with that f**k sh*t, that what we got trips for
I need a Dolly-Dolly, I got a truck load
Rappers remind me of CB4
Hit the plug for the stash, Gusto (all of that)
They kidnap for ransom, they cut throat (gimme that)

All of my n***as they cut throat
They rather put you on a boat load
All of my n***as some convicts
Walk around with the hammers and sticks
I send my young n***as, full blitz
Lil Chichi gon' pull up and handle this sh*t
Pablo gon' send em from Eastwyck
My slime n***as got me seasick
Diamond boogas, yeah you b*t*hes can't see it
Red bottoms how I'm kickin' this sh*t
Rollie bezzle, take a look at my wrist
YSL, n***a you know that we rich
Chichi gon' come with the case like a brick
Dolly came through with the MAC
Chichi came straight from the back
Uzi came through with the bag
We gonna sit back and laugh
YSL, yeah, we the fam
Poppin' these percocet, been through the [?]
Add it up, count it up then I just dab
We was havin' money way before rap
All theses n***as do is flex and they cap
Millions to billions, lil b*t*h, yeah we spend
I flex on these n***as, then we cop a Benz
Small circle n***a,  don't need no new friends
All of my n***as surround me, some kins
We f**k up the clubs you n***as is in
They know that we having C Cartier lens
FEM watches and diamonds they kiss
YSL, yeah you know that we lit

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