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Flip to the pain (Okay yuh) Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down) Trouble on me like labor day I talk about money,(Right) sex drugs it's funny (That's true) Niggas all want something from me I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney Flip to the pain (Okay yuh) Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down) Trouble on me like labor day I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true) Niggas all want something from me I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney Put me on a pully I'ma feel like I'm on top now That bitch really did the mean that she giving me top now I've been driving so fast I don't think I'll ever gon slow down Got oh forty on me and all these motherfuckers get mowed down Like right now, cook ah nigga up like some Kung Pao They known fit the fat, they jacking my style Making song for a minute a long while And I know that everybody gon say And i bet they don't rap with this word play So think twice if you think you gon hurt me I gotta flight I said ara the third chay Flip to the pain (Okay yuh) Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down) Trouble on me like labor day I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true) Niggas all want something from me I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney Flip to the pain (Okay yuh) Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down) Trouble on me like labor day I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true) Niggas all want something from me I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney I rap ignorance, all this money gettin spent All these niggas really being my pets I'm the teacher so I might need a vest Send a check bitch I need in advance Broke her neck with the Louis in my pants Card again bitch you know that I bought it, the Whatch-Mah call it This money be croning I know that I said I'm alone But don't bother, please don't bother hittin my phone When I'm in my mind in my Zone I'm feeling better, I feel the weather all on my own Flip to the pain (Okay yuh) Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down) Trouble on me like labor day I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true) Niggas all want something from me I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney Flip to the pain (Okay yuh) Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down) Trouble on me like labor day I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true) Niggas all want something from me I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney
Writer(s): Gregg Steven Wattenberg, John Paul Alicastro, Michael Conrad Lauri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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