Correction Lyrics Red Light, Green Light by BabyTron

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"We'll be playing Red Light, Green Light"
"Green Light, Red Light"
Ayo, Mark A
Ouu Sh*t, that's a Danny G beat

Red Light, Green Light, don't let me catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it, zooming
Unky in the kitchen with some dog, finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace Cuban
Opp froze up like it was red light
Whole gang lit, she like, "Damn, you know Stan, right?"
This is not a Hanes white tee, get the brand right
Seen the sh*t coming like The Simpsons or a field mice
Green light on the Glock, you step? I'ma pop yo a**
I don't shoot no ones but TrDee? He'll rock yo a**
Gang don't smoke Gorilla Glue, this Gelato Gas
Got her tryna dive out the Scat 'cause I drive so fast

Green Adidas joggy, I ain't playing Squid Game
Unky got a script, told the doc' he got some hip pain
Jack run, fifty phones stacked by the sixth day
When I turn 'em all in, I'm copping big face
Show neph' how to punch, I'm a sensei
Let him catch 'em out, I bet them boys gon' have a field day
Not around a lot of n***as, I don't feel safe
I don't blame Woo, if I was him, sh*t, I would still play

B*t*h tryna f**k 'cause I'm the one like the old man
How you march around with a drum but ain't got no bands?
Catch him in a Vlone tee, we gon' blow friends
F**k a nine-to-five, made ten off of four scams

Korean hitman'll slide down for ten wons
Buff's thirty-five, four K with the lens on
Every color wintertime, I'm a Nike tech guy
Sh*ttyBoyz, bet every song make y'all head nod

Okay, jam, jam, what you doing next?
Feel like Calvin Johnson, it was over once she threw the neck
Told my b*t*h don't talk about my b*t*hes, do not overstep
Put the ball down, I been balling since I left the rec

At yo front door in all black like the Front Man
Three hoes in the room but this a one-man
Every time I step in Somerset, I'm f**king up bands
Yo b*t*h spread her legs open like the Jumpman
Red Light, Green Light, don't let me catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it, zooming
Unky in the kitchen with some dog, finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace Cuban
Opp froze up like it was red light
Whole gang lit, she like, "Damn, you know Stan, right?"
This is not a Hanes white tee, get the brand right
Seen the sh*t coming like The Simpsons or a field mic
Green light on the Glock, you step? I'ma pop yo a**
I don't shoot no ones but TrDee? He'll rock yo a**
Gang don't smoke Gorilla Glue, this Gelato Gas
Got her tryna dive out the Scat 'cause I drive so fast

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