CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 3 STRIPES
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You‘ve been out for 3 nights with the crew
This is your third night
You think you’re fly already?
You see these 3 stripes?
Ha, let’s go
She been out for 3 nights with the 3Hi
See the three stripes on my shoes
Step out with the vetements when I be coming thru
She messing with the veterans, cuz she know what it do
She f**k me for my fit, I say that’s nothing f**king new
I roll up with my seat back and your boy didn’t have a clue
Hesitate to step up, now that’s nothing f**king new
She showed up in Lacoste
Asked her, baby what’s the cost?
Cuz you know I got the sauce
You just gotta cool me off
I make these streets look like Dubai
I leave a trail of money, weed and women when I’m pa**ing by
My pockets hold me down but I still fly
Ask my guys
I’m that guy
Who’s that guy?
I’m that guy
I just took my crib and put your b*t*h inside
They rollin’ like they knew me
‘Fore the cotton and the movies
Make an album ‘bout my life and call it Real Life F**king Goonies
From the boonies, you can’t chain me down
Less you getting freaky when we rolling loud
I'll let you take a spin or two ‘fore I’m pa**ing out
(Wait, what?)
But I ain’t pa**ing out
I just got the ball so I ain’t pa**ing now
I’m talking about, good weed and tobacco
Leave scenes a disasto
3 stripes on my shoes, take it slow I’m moving fast tho
You‘ve been out for 3 nights with the crew
This is your third night
You think you’re fly already?
You see these 3 stripes?
Ha, let’s go
She been out for 3 nights with the 3Hi
See the three stripes on my shoes
Step out with the vetements when I be coming thru
She messing with the veterans, cuz she know what it do
She f**k me for my fit, I say that’s nothing f**king new
I roll up with my seat back and your boy didn’t have a clue
Hesitate to step up, now that’s nothing f**king new
She showed up in Lacoste
Asked her, baby what’s the cost?
Cuz you know I got the sauce
You just gotta cool me off
I make these streets look like Dubai
I leave a trail of money, weed and women when I’m pa**ing by
My pockets hold me down but I still fly
Ask my guys
I’m that guy
Who’s that guy?
I’m that guy
I just took my crib and put your b*t*h inside
They rollin’ like they knew me
‘Fore the cotton and the movies
Make an album ‘bout my life and call it Real Life F**king Goonies
From the boonies, you can’t chain me down
Less you getting freaky when we rolling loud
I'll let you take a spin or two ‘fore I’m pa**ing out
(Wait, what?)
But I ain’t pa**ing out
I just got the ball so I ain’t pa**ing now
I’m talking about, good weed and tobacco
Leave scenes a disasto
3 stripes on my shoes, take it slow I’m moving fast tho
