Correction Paroles With The K par Warhol.SS

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b*t*h I'm off a six now
Get up off this Gary Peyton, call the captain cause it's crunch time
Fake ass trapper hit up my phone because I'm up now
Model b*t*h suck my d**k and then I blow this blunt down
Coming down, b*t*h I know you see me (VROOM VROOM, SKRRT)
Urus Lamborghini
Fake ass OG don't care about what you say
I know my ABCs, I got FN but I use the K

Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K
Bust down on a pint of Wock might sip this whole thing today
Street broke ass n***a Imma meet him in the streets today

I'm with your dream b*t*h on Rodeo Drive
n***a try to take my belongings, n***a, that's suicide
I ain't have to call no f**kin Uber when it's time to slide
Hit em with the K or F&amp;N now he on MRI
Wagyu steak my plate, Lil Moe eating great
He actin ADHD, I hit him with the K
Yes I know my ABCs, choppa made em dance like Zay
Poured up vanilla Canada Dry but b*t*h I ain't never Drake
Lil b*t*h suck the D well, so I gave her letter A
Smoked a blunt with Stevie Wonder, he said the ether lookin great
b*t*h I feel like OKC, gimme the ball, I’m the great
She ain't get a thing from me, she just like the way I taste
Hit him with that glizzy g, now that boy an organ donor
He got hit with three K's, like a f**king slave owner
Beat his ass at his next show, Lil Moe gon push up on ya
Imma pour this pour of four up and this Russian b*t*h gon lick my c*m up

Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K
Bust down on a pint of Wock might sip this whole thing today
Street broke ass n***a Imma meet him in the streets today

And this ain’t street, boy you cappin
I just took two of them, yes, now I’m relaxing
Mask on, mask off we gon get it actin
I ain’t even f**k that hoe but she my slave run that pack up
Gang sh*t, Frozone, dopey in my ozone
He talk too much, can’t prolong
That money calling, gotta postpone
Made 4K off four phones, that’s sixteen like I’m Uzi
Glock 17 on side of my seats, you want me then come to me
Bag it up, we gon send them home, call up TSA
b*t*h I’m being cool, but you tweakin, let that n***a spray
Dozin off them opiates, but f**k it pour another eight
b*t*h we bigger money, we got bigger plates you never ate
Ey, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Slatt!
DC that my brother, same thing but we outside
My lil n***a puttin in pain pain, leaving pressure
b*t*h we shootin but I can fight lil dirty we gon poke his eyes

Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K, Hit em with the K
Bust down on a pint of Wock might sip this whole thing today
Street broke ass n***a Imma meet him in the streets today

I love singin new sh*t, like, keep workin, I never stop workin. You know what I’m sayin, even when you feel like you tired and you can’t go no more, n***a, reach down in your bag and go raw n***a. Take that tiredness and sh*t, take that sh*t as a weakness, n***a. We ain't weak, n***a, we gangstas n***a!

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