Correction Lyrics Backwoods at Westway by T-Shyne

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I remember when I didn't have a dollar to my name (Dollar)
Used to wanna fly away, but couldn't afford a plane (No)
Put a dollar inside the machine, but I still didn't change (I didn't change)
Bought two APs, buss down one, and kept the other plain (Ayy)
I remember all them days I spent at the Westway (Yeah)
Keepin' real with you, I think those were my best days
A n***a finally rich, and no, that's not just hearsay (Slime)
I don't drive no regular whips, so that's why I'ma valet (Facts)

Took her to the top with my dogs (With my bros)
I could give two f**ks about a f**kin' hater (A hater)
Middle finger to my opps, I'm Tomb Raidеr (They dead)
Crib in Studio City, came with a еlevater (Ohh-ohh)
And you could ask Mike Dean, that was my neighbor (My neighbor)
And I got a shorty from Uptown, put her arm in a bussdown
Thought that I had some friends, I don't know who to trust now
Now I fly private jets, come to me when I touch down

Won't be in a rush with you (In a rush with you)
That's what she told me, that she didn't wanna leave
We can't be up, unless it's high overseas
Easy does it, heart of peace
Heart of peace
Heart of peace
Heart of peace
Heart of peace

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah

Tryna free my dogs out the pen
I got some homies that I'll never see again
My homie pa**ed and we ain't even make amends
Used to say that he my brother, not my friend, oh
I told all my dogs, "Don't you ever let up"
If they ever fall I'ma pick them up
I'm just tryna do the right thing
Ten Backwoods on my nightstand

Reminisin', we was like some terrorists
My intuition, I used to be scared of it
I was broke, now I got bands in my [?]
Ohh, let it settle in
Used to be down bad, but I didn't go out sad
Used to ride 'round inside a whip without the tags
Me and my brothers used to rob cars
We started ballin', now we allstars, ayy
I was servin' Act', ain't sip no Wockhardt
Had a bad lil' b*t*h, I'd knock her socks off, f**k her like a p***star
If we ever crash I hope this relationship got [?], yeah
Livin' like a goon, took it too the moon
I was on my pimp sh*t, started buyin' rooms
Shorty f**ked that n***a then she was out by noon
Tryna free my dogs out the pen
I got some homies that I'll never see again
My homie pa**ed and we ain't even make amends
Used to say that he my brother, not my friend, oh
I told all my dogs, "Don't you ever let up"
If they ever fall I'ma pick them up
I'm just tryna do the right thing
Ten Backwoods on my nightstand

Been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Police tried to raid us, thank God that we made it
I'm havin' relations, my b*t*h can't be basic
Took a lot of patience, made it out The Matrix
The cops wonder why I got my gun on me
I gotta keep it with me 'til the day that God call me
I got haters up on the scene, they in the grave
I got plenty people that wanna see me fade
But I got people that's dependin' on me
Girls tryna get attached in holy matrimony, ohh-ohh
My ex told me she would never give another chance
I cut her off and that same day I made a hundred grand

Take you 'round the world
Take you 'round the world
Take you 'round the world
Take you 'round the world

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