Correction Lyrics Mink Coat by Sg Tip

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The f*ck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?

Got a mink coat, my ice is froze
Straight up out the six, I'm from the ghetto
If I catch a rapper, I let it go
I'm known for car jacking, you known for talking like a ho
Got a hundred guns, I shoot this shit for fun
f*ck a rap, f*ck a song, bitch I'm in the slums
All this ice got my neck and wrists feeling numb
Sixty K on my neck and I forgot the charm

Sixty K on a diamond chain (sixty K, sixty K)
I spoil my bitch, she like designer things (racks racks racks)
You really a p*ssy, you just joined the gang (on God)
Ain't nothin' but money on my mindframe
It's time to get to the loot, I like niggas that shoot
Just because I rap I got a thirty in the booth (God)
And just because I rap don't mean I shoot 'cause I'll shoot
I had to do a background check, I never heard of you
If you pass, you lucky, she got an ass, you buffing
Smoking gas, it's musty, damn she bad but dusty
I never been a flunky, you a stone cold junky
I get the bricks for the cheap and leave your nose running

Glock on my hip, f*ck hip hop
You doin' all that rah rah talking, get your lip chopped
Get that dust pan, get the broom, it's time to sweep the block
Middle of the high speed, I made a pit stop
I'm in the hood where they killing and they drug dealing
In my hood they doin' the taxes and they shoplifting
All I need is one shot, I bet you stop living
I always been a starter, I never been a Shaun Livingston
Never been a benchwarmer, I'm serving bags on every corner
I see your body, call the coroner
This a tennis chain with big pointers
Your bitch, I put that dick on her
Your partner, I put that stick on him
He was lookin' like a lick, wrong move I bust your shit homie

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