Correction Lyrics f*ck EVERYBODY FREESTYLE by Lancey Foux

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Lyrics

(Phew)
Know I'm sayin'?
Sometimes I can get artistic and sometimes I can get realistic
Know I'm sayin'? (Chyeah)
Jay Trench
I'm tired blood, you get me? (Huh? Chyeah)

What the f**k is this for?
I did it in London, they bite me abroad
I did it in London, they bite me abroad
I did it in Paris, I came with the mandem
I came with cabbage, they eat up the pattern
I linked up with Jack, I've been f**kin' up Hatton
I'm 'bout to retire, I'm too good at rappin'
My n***as ain't tired of shootin' and stabbin' (Yeah)
My n***as ain't tired of lettin' it go
Different designs from my head to my toе
Seven aside, won't sеttle the score
When I'm playing for mine, put a knife on the board
n***as been making up lies and spillin' it
I just been in this lil' swag for a minute
Oh, you rockin' them leather and chains? I did it
You ride in a big boy range? I did it
Bad b*t*h come foreign exchange, I did it
On the M' way, gettin' that brain, I did it
You servin' that lil' cocaine? I did it
Spent a hundred racks today, I did it
I'm a bad boy, I put you on game (Huh?)
Got rich, didn't buy no chain (Chyeah)
Oh, you rockin' the Richard Mille plain? (Chyeah)
In my hood that's a Richard Mille stain (Chyeah)
In my hood that should be ordained (Phew)
'Bout to give the whole world my pain
'Bout to give the whole world my pain
'Bout to give the whole world my swag
Hop out the Jean-Paul Gaultier bag
n***as can't afford to pop these tags
n***as can't afford to pop these tags
n***as can't afford to drop no hash (Hey)
Could've got second-hand smoke, first-hand smoke
All type of smoke, whole lotta smoke
Cigarette smoke, one to the dome
Razor Ramon, cut off your throat (Chyeah)
I seen a junkie f**k up the dough
Bando, country, count up the dough
You see the shank on my waist hit the woah?
Decoy, boy, how you still don't know?
Decoy, boy, how you still don't get it? (Ha, ha, huh?)
They copy my style and they copy my sound
And it's cool for a while, but they just don't get it (Chyeah)
Hidin' my face, got nine in the case, got shine on the waist
But they just don't get it (Chyeah)
I can just cool or be Krueger the way I manoeuvre (Huh?)
You just don't get it (Chyeah)
n***as must think I'm out here like Mario Judah
You must not get it
Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, chyeah
Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, chyeah (Chyeah)
Lancey, Lancey, playing with the fire
Can't even knock the flame out (Chyeah)
I was tryna' hide the fact I'm a real street n***a
I should've just came out
I had already gone through life before I had my name out
n***as be talkin' and talkin' and talkin'
The shank on my waist, what you sayin' now? (True story)
n***as be stalkin', stalkin', stalkin' tryna figure out my layout (Chyeah)

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