Correction Lyrics Paint Chipping by Money Man

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I got killers, they gon slide for the free
I got plugs, they gon send 'em for the cheap
Thousand pounds, had 'em gone in a week
Big stepper, got the stick in the Jeep
Bad b*t*h, she a stone cold freak
Breaking bread, yeah, we all gon eat
Still trappin', I just do it for the love
Came from the bottom, now they show me love
Bad b*t*h, give a n***a shoulder rubs
Walking out of Louis, I just blew a dub
I gotta get to the racks, that's at all costs
Play with the boss, you gon get knocked off
Aim at his head, just like a vert, we took his top off
I'm in the trap getting bags dropped off
Steal from the gang, get your hands chopped off

We too precise, we can't take no loss, yeah
Shouts out to Oregon, cause I be tapped in
I love the way that her back bend
I'm just gon count up this back end
I swear that money my best friend
I'm not a normal pedestrian
I'm just gon burn on the best strain
Count up a hundred, it's squid game
My chopper don't rap but it spit flame
Ice on my neck, I got three chains
King of the trap, I got street fame
In the Urus, you know I'ma switch lanes
Got the AK, it came with the switchblade
Put that Glock to your head like a temp fade
I'm the king of this sh*t, I'm the sensei
I got killers, they gon slide for the free
I got plugs, they gon send 'em for the cheap
Thousand pounds, had 'em gone in a week
Big stepper, got the stick in the Jeep
Bad b*t*h, she a stone cold freak
Breaking bread, yeah, we all gon eat
Still trappin', I just do it for the love
Came from the bottom, now they show me love
Bad b*t*h, give a n***a shoulder rubs
Walking out of Louis, I just blew a dub
I gotta get to the racks, that's at all costs
Play with the boss, you gon get knocked off
Aim at his head, just like a vert, we took his top off
I'm in the trap getting bags dropped off
Steal from the gang, get your hands chopped off

I gotta wake up, get my racks out the trap
Baby good, I got a hundred in and out
Whack a n***a just for speaking out of turn
Every loss I had to shake back and learn
Four or five flavors, you can get served
I ran it up, scheming, plotting on the bird
He tried to rob, now he on a t-shirt
I can put you on and I can get you murked
Smoking on good dope and watching our cost
I ran up from a bowl off the floor
Re-up the stash, then go do a show
Hit a big play, then I put on my bro
Before we leave the spot, we gotta get off this load
The pole still on me when I lock up the door
Knock a n***a top, we gon straight out and go
I made a hundred bands just from burpin' a bowl
I got killers, they gon slide for the free
I got plugs, they gon send 'em for the cheap
Thousand pounds, had 'em gone in a week
Big stepper, got the stick in the Jeep
Bad b*t*h, she a stone cold freak
Breaking bread, yeah, we all gon eat
Still trappin', I just do it for the love
Came from the bottom, now they show me love
Bad b*t*h, give a n***a shoulder rubs
Walking out of Louis, I just blew a dub
I gotta get to the racks, that's at all costs
Play with the boss, you gon get knocked off
Aim at his head, just like a vert, we took his top off
I'm in the trap getting bags dropped off
Steal from the gang, get your hands chopped off

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