Correction Lyrics Fight the Force by Peezy

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(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

I told the dumb b*t*h, "I need head, don't fight the force"
You a no-name, a small fry, or some type of dork
I remember fresh up out the pen' in all-black Forces
B*t*h, why you been askin' for d**k, you can't afford it?
Fat b*t*h said she got a loaf, then I'm Norbit
He tryna run a Perc' op', but I don't talk to informants
I had his baby mama bathe me, then rub me in Jergens
B*t*h just wanna pay me so she can hug me in person
B*t*h, just have some payments when you come to my sermons
Think about they n***a that's finna die like was it worth it?
She gon' give me her money and some head with a purpose
I'm the truth, I can't f**k with a broke b*t*h, I'm allergic
Young n***a treating getting bread like some type of sport
I told the dumb b*t*h, "I need head, don't fight the force"
I said what I said, it's what I said, don't go back and forth
The devil in my head, I need meds or some type of source
Young n***a treating getting bread like some type of sport
I told the dumb b*t*h, "I need head, don't fight the force"
I said what I said, it's what I said, don't go back and forth
The devil in my head, I need meds or some type of source

Young niigga treating getting bread like some type of sport
The b*t*h took my d**k and ran off, she should go to court
I'm ridin' through my neighborhood in a brand-new Porsche
I drop the top on that— put that b*t*h in sport
My shooter do it when he bored, he ain't got no reason
Chase his a** down, hear the fft, you is not no demon
Stinc Team with the Ghetto Boyz, we got taco seasoning
Sh*t been gettin' hot around this b*t*h, so my watch a freezer
Overkill sh*t, we do not get even
All you hear is skrrt, that sound like a Demon
Told the dumb b*t*h, "You need a straw how you drinking semen"
Told the b*t*h that I want the whole fee or she can keep it

Young n***a treating getting bread like some type of sport
I told the dumb b*t*h, "I need head, don't fight the force"
I said what I said, it's what I said, don't go back and forth
The devil in my head, I need meds or some type of source
Young n***a treating getting bread like some type of sport
I told the dumb b*t*h, "I need head, don't fight the force"
I said what I said, it's what I said, don't go back and forth
The devil in my head, I need meds or some type of source
I'm the truth, I'm not you, I don't gotta force it
Nobody safe out here when we doin' extortin'
Nobody safe in LA, better move out the orbit
He the type of n***a to get a bag and think he cool in Nordstroms
One thing about the street rules, you gotta enforce 'em
Once I put the heater to the beef, I gotta torch it
B*t*h talkin' 'bout some, "You like me, Ralfy?" Kinda sorta
Told the b*t*h I need bread and head in that exact order
We can really get some money, just follow orders
I'm addicted to buying designer like some type of hoarder
I told the dumb b*t*h I'm a dog, I tried to warn her
Coach sh*t, I be gettin' bread from all type of foreigners

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