Correction Paroles Trip Out par FN DaDealer

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Ayy, Liijah, you straight from ATL

You gon' die, you whip your Blick out
He done crossed five b*t*hes, that's his fault
Duck your head when we come through, nine out of ten, we stoppin' sh*t
We leave sh*t slumped, then drive a C cars in, a AP can't decide
She suck the d**k, look in my eyes, this lil' ho came on demon time
Thousand shots if they come for me, my choppa keep me company
No one else can't come for me, I broke her heart but I can't fix it
Yes, I'm lit, I must admit it, to that money, I'm addicted

Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls
Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings
Same b*t*h you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me
Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, n***a
If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you
Circle small, I don't f**k with n***as, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces
I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately
They f**ked up, got me p*ssed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off
I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out
Lil' b*t*h, I'm the dealer
I already got his soul before I got him
I'm ridin' V12 with them racks in the middle
N***as twelve, they gon' tell when we blitz 'em
She broke, she think I'ma fix her (Fix her)
Stand over here, make sure you kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Get up close, make sure you don't miss 'em (Close, boom)
Send 'em home, dismiss 'em (Yeah)
Hop out the car, let that chalk
Twenty racks a get 'em gone
He must have thought he couldn't get caught, we hit that switch and let it off
Q and Tifa, set it off
I turned my killer to a boss
B*t*h, don't speak on what you see or what you saw
You gon' make us cause a scene
To paint this b*t*h blood and raw (Yeah, let's do it)

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