Correction Paroles Sweet Lady Remix par EBK Young Joc

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Thick b*t*h, darkskin like Shay Shay
Big a** pole, chase him with it like he [?]
Man down, man down, he yelling mayday
B*t*h, go get a check or a bag, it's a payday
Ooh, Young Joc, b*t*h, I'm the sleazy of the sleazest
Bully out the clique, b*t*h, I'm the meanest
Don't say you love me if you really don't mean it
Hella high off a couple [?], I'm in Venus
9 Springfield hit his a**, got him leaning
B*t*h, we gon' G slide on his a** just for speaking (Where they at?)
Bouncing out the road, do my dougie, b*t*h, I'm geeking
I'm with some bébés, hyenas, b*t*h, they heathens
[?], mad face, b*t*h, thеy steaming
No, ain't no nice guys, they somе shooters, real demons
Off a Xanny bar with my yistol, I be tweaking
Still on ten toes, they want funk, tell 'em bring it
Smoking cookie pack, damn near f**king up my breathing
I'm finna hit a lick, I'ma up if he sleazing
XdRc ain't for nothing, b*t*h, he squeezing (That's my n***a)
Durk, that's my brother, EBK what we bleeding
My daughter on the way so I been on some me sh*t
Can't wait to see her face when she smile and start cheesing

Ayy, I ain't looking for no Shay Shay
Lay Lay gon' run it in every payday
Heat sensor and a drum on the AK (Thick b*t*h)
Early morning in the field with my bébés, b*t*h
We been sliding like some training wheels (For real, for real)
I know some n***as fake but they gon' say they real (They gon' lie about it)
I was posted in the trap tryna make a mil'
Stop playing with them crackers, bet he'll take a deal, ayy
They hanging n***as like a t-shirt (They hanging folks)
Hit his a** in his back, watch his knees hurt
Do a hit, double back then we reverse (Ayy, run it back)
Deep range shooters, better do your research, b*t*h
Ayy, I like lightskins (I love 'em)
But my brother love Shay Shays (He love them b*t*hes)
My time [?], pay the fee and you might stay
One night stand and kick her out, word to Lay Lay (Ayy, kick her out)
A real sleazeball, I might knock her on her payday (Ayy)
All my n***as in the game but none of us with the play play
This chop got aim, we don't rock with no more throwaways
Throw the hoe away, she ain't tryna hit the road today (F**k that b*t*h)
Ju poured a eight, ayy, Wes, what you pour today? (Ayy)
I'm on a hype, tryna slide like some roller skates (Yup)
Them n***as hype, they don't slide, they just love to hate (They haters)
Book a flight or I might just hit another state (Yup)
Q Heff got the books, n***a, come and get your oven baked (Ayy, what you need, n***a?)
We up in first place and we ain't even in no race
She sucked the whole team, I had to ask her how it taste
But I'm all in her brain with this game, she be laced, n***a (On God)
Hari got a lash, he might hit it to the f—

You n***as ain't cutting us (Y'all ain't cutting)
EBK, you can't f**k with us (You can't f**k with us)
Gone off the lean but we geeking like we drunk as f**k (I need this drank)
B*t*h talking all this lovey sh*t but I just want the bucks (I need them bands)
Baby, don't be shy, I'm the man, go ahead and f**k it up (F**k it up)
Been on a hype since them suckers knocked my mans down (RIP RRari, n***a)
Where was n***as at when I slept at Grandma Pam's house? (Shoutout my grandma)
Didn't have a dime in my pocket, we touching bands now
I fell off, bounced back, n***as tryna knock me back down
N***as soft but we dangerous (My n***as dangerous)
My n***as artistic, we slide through and we paint lids (We gon' paint sh*t)
My life, that's just something n***as can't get (Y'all can't get this)
Demons in my clique but them the n***as that I hang with (HotBoii)

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