Correction Lyrics CHUCK E. CHEESE by Kamiyada+

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I'm not c*cky, I'm just joking
I'm so hot that I feel like floating
I'm so high but I feel like smoking
Y'all play games like a Chuck E. Cheese token
Y'all so lame so the doors won't open
Trippy be the man of the land, I'm chosen
God of the moon, living life in slow motion
I be on my block with my homeboys (The Midnight Society), posted

They can't stop, stop, stop, stop, stop the beat
'Cause they can't, ca-can't, can't control the streets
Overloading the system 'cause they flow is weak
They know Kami and TripThaKid finna bring the heat
Yeah, we flipping the f**king script, we go di-dum-dumb
Keep yo' b*t*h on a leash, I know she want some
I make her run from the bullets of my gun, gun, gun
They move they pumped-up kicks to the drum, drum, drum
My b*t*h like PEMDAS, please excuse my designer
Alyx Saint Laurent what I buy her
Big Ben watch on my wrist, an old-timer like grandpa
I get top in my recliner
Me and Trippy in the same city, b*t*hes showing titties
Jets Way every f**king day if you're balling me
This a nightclub, [?] side of the [?], f**k a ATM
We pulling money straight out the safe, now we getting jiggy
Smoking trees straight out the meadow, watching Malcolm in the Middle
We can loosen up a little if it's fine by you
Girl, I made some bad decisions but I got my sh*t together
Girl, you bad but I can't settle till I pay my dues

Showed you the good, the bad, the ugly and more
Showed you the good, the bad, the ugly and more
Showed you the good, the bad (Ayy, yuh), the ugly and more
Showed you the good (Hahaha), the bad (Yuh), the ugly and more (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

I'm not c*cky, I'm just joking
I'm so hot that I feel like floating
I'm so high but I feel like smoking
Y'all play games like a Chuck E. Cheese token
Y'all so lame so the doors won't open
Trippy be the man of the land, I'm chosen
God of the moon, living life in slow motion
I be on my block with my homeboys, posted

LMAO-O, laughing my ass off in this b*t*h
I just answer the phone, phone, stop that trash talk in this b*t*h, uh-huh
No-one ever making it happen like big Trip (No, no, no)
pu**y, if you talking you getting a big lip (Big lip)
I be coming hard and you needing a big grip (Big grip)
Lighting up the bong and I'm taking a big rip (Woo)
I be coming spicy, I'm dripping in hot sauce (Haha)
b*t*hes always on me, I'm telling 'em hop off (Ahh)
If you need a stick, you hit Dana to cop off
Y'all need to catch up like you want a hotdog
Y'all be coming salty like big soft pretzel
Do number two—like a sh*t, not a pencil
Lost in my sauce, I'm a boss in my mental
Game not over, restart manual
Wrist so cold, man, wrist so clean
Smoking outside, it's 30 degrees
Flip that O, I sip that green
Puffing on bud then we smelling like feet
I get so high for a whole-ass week
Y'all smoking on mids, boy, you smoking on weak
I ain't tryna smoke with y'all for the free
I been blowing up now so you all know me

I'm not c*cky, I'm just joking
I'm so hot that I feel like floating
I'm so high but I feel like smoking
Y'all play games like a Chuck E. Cheese token
Y'all so lame so the doors won't open
Trippy be the man of the land, I'm chosen
God of the moon, living life in slow motion
I be on my block with my homeboys, posted

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