CORRECT LYRICS
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
What? Yeah, okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, what? Yeah, okay, okay (Hold on, Tec', you made this?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh, okay)
Yeah, what? Yeah, okay, okay
Yеah, what? Yeah, okay, okay
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundrеd round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
With the gang, yeah, always, I hang around
.30 bang if you wanna play around
Chopper gon' sing, it sound like them choir sound
And it go off and now they all quiet now
And he came in a suit, that's perfect attire now
And I got a BM, she part of the choir now
Make her dip right after I fly her out
Killin' my thot but she told me to fly her out
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundred round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundred round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundred round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
What? Yeah, okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, what? Yeah, okay, okay (Hold on, Tec', you made this?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh, okay)
Yeah, what? Yeah, okay, okay
Yеah, what? Yeah, okay, okay
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundrеd round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
With the gang, yeah, always, I hang around
.30 bang if you wanna play around
Chopper gon' sing, it sound like them choir sound
And it go off and now they all quiet now
And he came in a suit, that's perfect attire now
And I got a BM, she part of the choir now
Make her dip right after I fly her out
Killin' my thot but she told me to fly her out
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundred round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundred round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
'Bout to hop in the Bimmer and go need for speed
I'm drippin', a hundred round (Oh yeah)
They say karma a B, you know how I be
What goes around comes around
I'm allergic to hurt b*t*hes, so don't test your luck
Please, baby, don't come around
I'm allergic to broke n***as, yeah, my circle small
Yeah, those, I don't hang around
