JPay & CorrLinks
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JPay & CorrLinks lyrics

AlbumAll Eyes on Shiest
Year2026
GenreHip Hop Rap
Original languageEnglish
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Let's go, Ramone Fuck that, let's go, TP, turn this shit up Stamp that, nigga, really, really turn this bitch up, nigga, turn the ho up Yeah, alright, nigga Nigga, I don't need no ho to help me Ain't got nothin' to offer but pussy, she just wanna ride for free Can't let her beat me out my dick, can't cuff no ho ain't rich as me Turn my lil ho to my bitch, I should've left her as my freak Liked it better when she had tricks, she used to sneak with me Give me lip service for breakfast, Charlamagne, Angela Yee Bitch, I wear these pants, play your role, bitch, quit naggin' me 'Rari truck, big shit on my neck, ain't no avoidin' me Your bitch looked up your net worth, this bitch really look up to me She keep up with guns, them members tote and gon' throw for me Every foreign car and ho I get gotta see Cane Creek I wrap all my chains around the fire hydrant on Willett Street If I let her rock that Richard when we fuck, then she unique I turned into Michael Phelps when that water got real deep This a striker, it been on for days, it ain't got no key Hank went state when I went fed, he JPay, I'm CorrLinks Love to put shit in that trick bag, watch who next I rock to sleep Heard he say he gon' knock off my dread as soon as I hit the street Cut the sheet to tote my lock, but my shank built up in the sink I just served a nigga five scripts and thirteen IDs High-speed, ride with me, baby, we gon' get away Doin' time, I'm a king, smokin' plenty caps a day CMO carved in my face, I pray to Lil T twice a day He was real imposter, slidin' fake, I felt it in his face So I blew up that hot nigga, but his paperwork was straight He told before in the state, it was on a formacy case After that, put him on IG, rat emoji on his face Got the drops, I heard he landed at Polak the other day Goin' out of bounds, tryna catch up with bruh, out here with that Drac' Bitches gave Hank eighteen years, we meet on FaceTime every day If I could do half of it with him, shit, I'm signin' right away Till that time come, we gon' keep poppin' and puttin' it in they face All these niggas drop they nuts on 30, swear to God, they played 'Cause, I swear to God, I don't know why nigga throwin' techs in the game 'Cause, I swear to God, I don't know why all these niggas be movin' lame Rolls-Royce umbrella, two Berettas, bitch, bold in the rain I can't wait to turn my codies up, lil D, rose and Bank Nigga, free Hank, nigga, free Clyde and Keith, free Murda, free the gang Free Woo Brazy, free D, rose, free Cole Murda, free E Banger Free that pussy nigga, don't crop him out the picture, I'ma paint him, nigga I'm a gangster, all angles, rose gold Hellcat Durango Young and dangerous, twistin' fingers, been everywhere they said I can't go Bullets rainin' through your poncho, front and backend, all huncho I'm in the car watchin' for undo while lil bruh 'nem in the gun show I can't never go like them

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