Correction Paroles Good Foot par Boldy James

Featuring(s) : Mooch & Rigz

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Can't take back what I took (What I took)
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (That I shook)
Can't take back what I took (What I took)
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (That I shook)
Can't take back what I took (What I took)
Can never shake back from all the shit that I shook (That I shook)
Neighbors can't say jack, they ain't get a good look (Uh-huh)
Had to stomp on the smack, get it on the good foot (Get it on the good foot)

[Boldy James]
Can't take it back, even if a nigga wanted to (I can't)
Left him on his front grass, wetter than the morning dew (Brr)
Horny lil' devil got my Nina with the extra clip (What else?)
Whip my stick out on any street, and she gon' let me hit (It's on)
7-6 Drug Zone, hully-gully hell block
Twеlve-shot snub, since a youngin, I been shell-shockеd (Bah)
Ran off on the plug, got his number in my cell blocked (Vroom)
Feel good puttin' money in my mother mailbox (Okay)
Send my baby to the mall, then off to the nail shop
Saw my dawg in the parking lot of the Belmont (Where we at?)
Thuggin' on Adele block, really had to sell crack (Uh-huh)
Cell tapped, all tabs, we don't fuck with gel-caps (Yeah)
Opened up a pill spot, crunchin' on the curbside (What else?)
Spinnin' in the pot, that shit be gone before the work's dry
On my way to the connect, it was just me and Burnside
In Conway, Mississip', ridin' dirty on Highway 35 (Uh)

[Mooch]
You a bold nigga, your queen blowin' me, that's a cold winter
Coughin' up the codes to your cabin, she made a slow dinner
Slowin' up my day just to show you you couldn't flow with us
Put my good foot in the goodness, I made a snow midget
Snow-white china, we chop the shit on some gold dishes
Still went platinum, my celly lookin' like old Jigga
Automatic rounds in the window, we made his home whistle
He caught five, ironic, that was a chrome nickel
Chillin' on the throne, I'm killin' rappers [?]

[Rigz]
Wal-Mart, cheap ass shits, I'm cookin' fish
I missed if he hid the crack and his cheek ain't twitch
Lot of rappers can rap, yeah, but that ain't this
I don't care about rockin' the charm, this dude's tatted with quotes
Don't live nothin' that they got on they arm
Wastin' the ink, the grams wet, weighed in the shrink
I got a cooker for my trap, he just stay by the sink
I know some shorties in the club that'll play in your drink
Pass out in your crib, and they takin' your link
Gotta stay on point in this evil terrain
Judges don't give a fuck, they just readin' a name
You built from what you've been through, can't take back what I took
And honestly, I wouldn't, because I meant to (Honestly, 'cause I meant to, yeah, I meant to take that)

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