Correction Lyrics 3 Stripe Life by BabyTron

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Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?
Yeah, like I'm Clint Capela
I'll slam on yo, like I'm, huh

I'll slam on yo b*t*h like I'm Clint Capela
Clingy with the Glock, yeah, I'll take that b*t*h wherever

I ain't cuffing, you ain't Cinderella
Let a b*t*h pick whatever then she put this d**k together
Mr. Punch God in this b*t*h, ain't sh*t to switch the weather
I got a CPN with the, I could get whips forever
Feel like Pootie Tang, B.B. Simon, b*t*h, I whip whoever
I hope yo granny far from the crib, this b*t*h'll hit whoever
Politicking in some BAPE, I know y'all sink, y'all shrimp together
Keep the chop but I got the cutter, I'll switch to [?]

Lil' bro like Machu with the hits, he'll split yo weave
Gang and 'em some dogs, if I tell 'em, they'll sick yo kid
These exquisite-ass lamb chops, I ain't get no ribs
Ain't no .233, this five-seven out the big FN
Three stripe life, jogging pants off the 700s
f**k a nine-to-five, made ten by like 7 something
Running off on gang, yeah, okay, he know Heaven coming
My Caucasian shooting, yeah, I think he JJ Red**k cousin

I need a hundred cards to touchdown expeditiously
We'll have his sh*t rocking and paint him like Xzibit team
Even the lil' me'll sh*t on you like literally
You ain't sh*ttyBoyz if you ain't memorize them BINs with me
Looking in the mirror like, sh*t, he look like him to me
We'll flip the whole party 'round y'all like a gymnast team
High as hell, head spinning, Stan had to pick the beat
Dynamic duo like every time he trip, I tweak

High Tech in the deja blue turned the water red
How you think you finna f**k my b*t*h on a water bed?
Threw a prosthetic in the chop, it got a arm and leg
n***as swear the sauce burnt out but it's far from dead
Spark his head, if it's up, hit him up top
I can talk sh*t, dog sh*t, 'cause I touch guap
Whether it's hibachi or the block, we can up chop
Yeah, and I'm yelling sh*ttyBoyz till my lungs stop

I don't see a muscle when I flex but I still act c*cky
Smacking-ass drunker than a b*t*h, told him lamb chop me
Boujee lil' piggy eating b*t*h, wanna add broccoli?
If that b*t*h ain't on me, I bet my hands got me

Hm, and yo b*t*h ass sloppy
Tryna add me up, buddy boy must have a math hobby
I'ma jump in everyone, you can't get a bag by me
Amiri jeans X Versace drawers, you can't sag like me

They let the wrong f**ker get some money, man, I swear to God
On the West flashing out the window at like every stop
He wanted i11, LOL, he got eleven rocks
Heard yo b*t*h loyal, bucko, LOL, go tell my socks
Blew off, newest GT with the roof off
Ew, you soft, forty b*t*hes but it's two Lofts
Ice on the buffs, had 'em wishing that they threw salt
If I zoom off, I'm off the Runtz, b*t*h, watch me zoot off
Uncy crazy than a b*t*h, he talk to dawg like Stewie Griffin
Uh, you f**k that b*t*h? I know yo doonies itching
f**k pulling over, f**k 12, b*t*h, we too resistant
Sometimes in life, yeah, you gotta make a you decision

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