Correction Lyrics Kitt by Styles P

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Spitta, what up (Yeah)
Fraud, what up (Yeah)
This that fly sh*t
Right up my alley
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

She got the combination to the safe memorized
Gathered the contents then slide
We rehearsed the move like several times
Don't hesitate when you inside,that's how many others died
It's a lot that come with this life
Big money, cars, take dangerous rides
Living like stars millionaires pushing the line
Passed out before I got a chance to pray to God and ask him to let us survive
East Side New Orleans [?] slide
Supersport Camaro's, Corvettes and foreigns in a line
Quarantine made it harder to stunt
But I'm still [?] new wheels from trunk
I been prepared like this, been saving up
And I'm still stackin' while my brand new tires scratchin'
For my son, I'm [?] example
Show that boy how cool his dad is
b*t*hes call me daddy too but she not my kid
She call you about the phone bill, buy her a new fridge
She call me to feel it in her ribs
The [?] settings on my wrist, presidential with no diamonds b*t*h
Front of the plane where you can't sit
Acquired what you can't get
Password required for entrance
We can tell you ain't a member here
Fishing for styles in a recycle bin, yeah

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