Correction Lyrics It’s LIT! Not Cute ???? by 3T | Trevor

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Dawg, the life I live insane
I take a trip
Skr Skr with your thang
Make her drip
It's slippery when we bang
Naked chick, took my mic and she sang
But for this life I cannot change
Highly skilled
I'll murk you and your gang
I'm wiley still
Like coyote, when I hang
With Mileys, pills, they pop em and give brains

Hit the lights play peak-a-boo
Yellow chick, look like Pikachu
I feel the sparks, every time I peak at you
I'll get you blessed, like you just sneezed, achoo

Blesser, blesser, but you, gotta kneel for the blessing
Teach me well, swear this D would kill for a lesson
Kill a kitty, and use this drill as a weapon
Make your hole bigger than its posed to be
Reason she always stay close to me
Yeah, I got em starring hopelessly, they all star stuck
But I stay woke, like I'm always on star bucks
We're tryna eat well and we won't let you starve us
Head while we moving, cow girl when the car parks
So when the car starts to bounce, know what's up
We got great suspension, y'all can't slow us up
Pull out game, tug of war
Got thunder, mugged a Thor
Got magic, Dumbledore
Like magic, I'ma score
And bang, smooth bust
To you that's lit, but it really ain't no thang to us

Coz they always friendly
Benefits will end me
Make me bust like semi-
Automatics, henny
Make her grab the wheel
Feel like Dom and Leti
Girl come through, let's chill
Let's get it on, I'm ready
Now your hair all messy and your legs spaghetti
Fury fury coochie, looking like a yeti
Looking at it steady thinking that's a pretty, young
Betty Rose to my Bruce Banner
Peeped through my two scanners
It's me she likes to hammer
This D she likes to handle
She treats it like a saddle
And she lit like the candle
That I lit for the romance
But we really really, never ever hold hands
No nah nah nah nah nah, n***a, no chance
Nothing personal, I just don't like cold hands
But you can grab hulk using both hands
And he still gon smash, finna go ham
Put that Betty in a box, leave you toe tagged
But when I put it in a box it's a cold snack
Ice cream, with that Hazelnut flavor
Now I'm thinking how far her looks might take her
She got the force, turning on my lightsaber
Because of her I'm in bad books with my neighbors
At least they don't think I'm selling dope though
But I know that she in love with the cocoa
Dark skin, young man with a great voice
Choosing 3T will always be a great choice
And this joystick gives her great joy
Said she'll cut it off and take it home, leave me Greyjoyed, woah

Oh, me, oh me, oh my
N***as spit a lotta game, don't believe those guys
Everything sounds so much better when the weed on fire
But the weed ain't lit yet we so high
Getting high off each other, coz that's how we do
And when I'm in the moment, I might say it's lit
And you gon try correcting me like, "nah, it's cute" , ooh...

Wait? Huh? My mixtape is coming soon, yeah
But soon ain't soon ain't soon enough, maybe May or maybe June
So I give you this mixtape, just hold on to this for now
This that sorry for the wait, watch me and Tune go pound for pound, yeah

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