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Shazam (Come Correct Son) Video (MV)




Performed By: Blake the Jew
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Blake Blaufeld




Blake the Jew - Shazam (Come Correct Son) Lyrics
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(Uh huh, yeah)
SHAZAM! God damn
I'm back with jammin' beats and slammin' heat you feel me G
Understand? Now witness, Big f*cking Snip bitch
Tending to my B.I., Talking bout my business
The sickest to rap man your shit be whack
My shit be that hot shit and that's that
You be lacking, stepping too S.N.I.P.
So you best believe when you see that I'm a real G
Please don't step cause I know you're fronting
The whole 412, Asking when I'm dropping something
So what you gonna say to, The Big Jew repping Pittsburgh
The 412
Fools straight lying through their teeth bitch
Claiming East Coast, but they be eating deep dish
Peep this flow blow for blow act like you know me
You claiming you my homie f*cking blow me
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
By the bodega kicking some rhymes
Yes I got flavor and I got it all the time, make you rewind
I propose you don't f*ck with my flow
It changes, Shit's dangerous
The remainder of you mark ass bitches getting smacked out the ranges
I put it on rap, then I put it on wax
Attack out the triple black Cadillac
You can't see?
Cataracts? But I counter act every shot you take at me
You thought you had me but sadly
I know how to dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge
All you muthaf*ckas watch, you riding the bench
Don't keep Kosher, still a f*cking Mensch
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Corre
I'm the f*cking pro, But unprofessional
My beats be banging, swinging from my testicles
I'm about to make a spectacle so listen right up
The way I don't give much f*cks
To you whack ass bitches tryna be me
Windows blacked out
You can't see me, believe me
Time to tend to my B.I. my business
See why, the illest
That's me again, making you feel it
Not here to make friends but I might talk to a shorty
Maybe a couple, if she bores me
I got rhymes I got rhymes in abundance
Kick a few make you love it, Kiss my f*cking tukas
Get em all riled up, I'm really the shit
See it all piled up
Your shit be bogus you should know this take notice that I am the dopest
All you muthaf*ckas should know right about now
How we f*cking do shit
Yeah you like this track I f*cking produce it
East Coast baby
Yo muthaf*ckas claiming they in the city they outside the limits
Checked his number it was 724
It's about that time you get it?
I put my shit down
Blake The Jew in this B
Know what I mean?
Big Snip
S to the N the I the P
(We're sorry the number you have dialed is not in service at this time
We're We're We're sorry the number you have dialed is not in service at this time)
Watch your f*cking step
Yo, yo yo yo yo yo
Yo check me out real quick
Yo what's up son
Yo what's up Small Man Dean how you living son?
Ayo Max1Million what's going on G?
JMac, what's going on?
Big Dawg Mack tell me how you doing?
Lil' Hummus, whattup?
And you can't forget Rabbi Himmel in this B
S to the N the I the P, Baby
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English

(Uh huh, yeah)
SHAZAM! God damn
I'm back with jammin' beats and slammin' heat you feel me G
Understand? Now witness, Big f*cking Snip bitch
Tending to my B.I., Talking bout my business
The sickest to rap man your shit be whack
My shit be that hot shit and that's that
You be lacking, stepping too S.N.I.P.
So you best believe when you see that I'm a real G
Please don't step cause I know you're fronting
The whole 412, Asking when I'm dropping something
So what you gonna say to, The Big Jew repping Pittsburgh
The 412
Fools straight lying through their teeth bitch
Claiming East Coast, but they be eating deep dish
Peep this flow blow for blow act like you know me
You claiming you my homie f*cking blow me
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
By the bodega kicking some rhymes
Yes I got flavor and I got it all the time, make you rewind
I propose you don't f*ck with my flow
It changes, Shit's dangerous
The remainder of you mark ass bitches getting smacked out the ranges
I put it on rap, then I put it on wax
Attack out the triple black Cadillac
You can't see?
Cataracts? But I counter act every shot you take at me
You thought you had me but sadly
I know how to dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge
All you muthaf*ckas watch, you riding the bench
Don't keep Kosher, still a f*cking Mensch
Come Correct Son
Come Correct Son
Come Corre
I'm the f*cking pro, But unprofessional
My beats be banging, swinging from my testicles
I'm about to make a spectacle so listen right up
The way I don't give much f*cks
To you whack ass bitches tryna be me
Windows blacked out
You can't see me, believe me
Time to tend to my B.I. my business
See why, the illest
That's me again, making you feel it
Not here to make friends but I might talk to a shorty
Maybe a couple, if she bores me
I got rhymes I got rhymes in abundance
Kick a few make you love it, Kiss my f*cking tukas
Get em all riled up, I'm really the shit
See it all piled up
Your shit be bogus you should know this take notice that I am the dopest
All you muthaf*ckas should know right about now
How we f*cking do shit
Yeah you like this track I f*cking produce it
East Coast baby
Yo muthaf*ckas claiming they in the city they outside the limits
Checked his number it was 724
It's about that time you get it?
I put my shit down
Blake The Jew in this B
Know what I mean?
Big Snip
S to the N the I the P
(We're sorry the number you have dialed is not in service at this time
We're We're We're sorry the number you have dialed is not in service at this time)
Watch your f*cking step
Yo, yo yo yo yo yo
Yo check me out real quick
Yo what's up son
Yo what's up Small Man Dean how you living son?
Ayo Max1Million what's going on G?
JMac, what's going on?
Big Dawg Mack tell me how you doing?
Lil' Hummus, whattup?
And you can't forget Rabbi Himmel in this B
S to the N the I the P, Baby
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Writer: Blake Blaufeld
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