Correction Lyrics I Know by Jon Connor

Featuring(s) : Ace Gabbana

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We interrupt this program to bring you an emergency announcement
Yeah, yeah
I guess real motherf*ckers need somethin' else to wake up to, right
I don't know where y'all gon' play this shit at
Yo, play this shit loud as the f*ck, though

I'm done with f*ckin' these shallow hoes
I need a woman with sense, goals
Do you give a f*ck 'bout your kids or you more concerned about the paint on the nails on your toes?
Look around you and the people you talkin' to
Is the conversation keepin' you broke?
f*ck if you slide down a pole, I'm impressed if you can still get money and keep on your clothes
I pray that you ain't impressed by no bottle
I pray that gold diggin' ain't traced from your mama
Just 'cause you take selfies all day and post pictures on Instagram
Bitch, that don't make you no model
And tell all my niggas that say they got problems
They payin' for kids and got three baby mamas
And say they got nothin' but drama
Shit, I feel your pain, but my nigga, they still makin' condoms
I hope that catchin' a nut don't outweigh your ambition
If it do, that would explain your position
Now she in court with her sister for moral support
'Cause you ain't wanna force a commitment
Niggas like, "Connor, we glad you back in the game"
Shit, I can see why, these niggas still lame, these hoes still on game
Shit, ain't nothin' changed
Ahh!

I know, I still see f*ck niggas still on f*ck shit
I know, I still see bitch niggas still on bitch shit
I know, I still see hoe niggas still on hoe shit
I know, I still see lame niggas still on lame shit, I know (yeah)
Please forgive me, I been on some wild shit
I might punch a nigga at my show
I still see f*ck niggas still on f*ck shit, I know
I still see bitch niggas still on bitch shit, I know

I stick to the code like I'm 2Pac, hangin' out the door (yeah)
If they take this as a motherf*ckin' joke
Then I'm Heath Ledger hangin' out the door (yeah)
I'm from the north side of Flint where niggas want the smoke
Look, I don't tell no tales, I give you facts (yeah)
I don't respect the shooter or the rat
Either way, you just addin' to the stats (yeah)
Either way, we just lost somebody black
And all the real motherf*ckers glad I'm back (yeah)
Fake niggas out here winnin', puttin' on a act
Gettin' rich off keepin' niggas dumb and in the trap
Shit, I'm just tryna keep my folks intact, but

Shit gettin' outta control, the lame nigga get a little bit of money, start thinkin' he ain't corny no more - no, nigga, you just a lame, corny nigga with money! Females out here f*ckin' anybody. Phew, Lord

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