Correction Lyrics 23 (ChopNotSlop Remix) by Fukkit

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Damn, sh*t, bro
Ayy, man, my n***a 8mc snapped on this jaunt, you know what I'm saying, man
Bambi sh*t, you know what I'm saying, Texas sh*t, man (Ayy)
San Antonio sh*t, man (Aw), you know what I'm saying (Ayy), Midnight, b*t*h (Chino

23, b*t*h, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all b*t*h hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' c—
I might—I might smash and pass up with yo' b*t*h, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she—sh*t, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, lil' n***a b*t*h, I feel like John—
Now we—now we at the Saint, lil' n***a b*t*h, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, b*t*h, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all b*t*h hit my phone, she wanna f**k on me 24/7—

Nah, we—nah, we
Same thing, you don't speak my language (Hell nah)
Crying to yo' b*t*h, lil' n***a, why you on that lame sh*t? (That what?)
Lookin' like a b*t*h, lil' n***a, and you on that same sh*t (Lookin' like a what?)
She suckin' on my d**k, lil' n***a (Hold on), hold on (Hold on), that's yo' main b*t*h (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Two twins, look like Mary-Kate, they wanna ride me just like that (Just like that)
Smokin' on that Mary Jane, you smokin'—smokin'—smokin' gas (Smokin' gas)
like Kurt Cobain [?], Texas n***a sippin' Act' (Sippin' Act')
pu**y feel like straight cocaine, know I love when I'm hittin' that (Hold on)
That b*t*h love to kiss and tell, so nah-ah, I can't f**k with that (Nah, nah)
I know yo' b*t*h, damn, wish her well, ah-ah-ah, know you missin' that (Ah-ah)
Suck my d**k then roll a blunt, uh-uh, n***a, you kissin' that (Uh-uh)
I know you feelin' lonely but nah, you can't get yo' b*t*h back (Uh-uh)

23, b*t*h, hit that joint and fade away (That fadeaway)
Y'all b*t*h hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake?  (b*t*h, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' b*t*h, there ain't no other wa—
Lil'—lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she make it ándale (Ánda—ánda—ánda—)
Cartier my frames, lil' n***a b*t*h, I feel like John—
Now we—now we at the Saint, lil' n***a b*t*h, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, b*t*h, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all b*t*h hit my phone, she wanna f**k on me 24/7 (Wait, what? Uh)

I'm with the mob, b*t*h, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
I'm with the mob, b*t*h, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
I'm with the mob, b*t*h, you heard we paint houses (Yeah)
You in the trap, that's a hole filled with mouses (Uh-huh)
Most of your favorite rappers live unconscious (Yeah)
Hop on the d**k like kangaroo-filled pouches (True)
Maybe I'm with the sh*ts, maybe not (Yeah)
So test me up in the pit, never stop (Go)
Yo' baby gon' take a risk for the c*ck (Let's go)
And lately I empty d**k in her mouth (Let's go, let's go)
Scope out the area, lookin' for BTs
I'm in the strip club, just spent three Gs
You got a Sprint phone, only hit 3G
f**k did he sprint for? b*t*h n***a, eat these
Bullets, shave you like mullets
See why they never f**kin' with me, f**k it
I got some head to kick-in like a bucket
Watch how I land a flip, you never stuck it
Plays, I'm—plays, I'm—pay—pay
Radiowaves get stuck in yo' brain
Shoot out the ring, it's fire like Kane
I heard a tire pop while switchin' lanes
Stop, nah—stop, nah—change—change
Y'all finna flop, hm, never change
I'm at the top, yuh, like a brain
Never went Pop, nah, for the fame, uh (Okay)

23, b*t*h, hit that joint and fade awa—
Y'all b*t*h—y'all b*t*h hit the party throwin' ass, so when she shakin' cake? (b*t*h, now on my face)
I might smash and pass up with yo' b*t*h, there ain't no other way (No other way)
Lil' Spanish mama rode my sh*t, she make it ánda—
Carti—Cartier my frames, lil' n***a b*t*h, I feel like John Lennon (Like John Lennon)
Now we at the Saint, lil' n***a b*t*h, I keep my arms ready (Arms ready)
Molly in my system, b*t*h, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (Straight heaven)
Y'all b*t*h hit my phone, she wanna f**k on me 24/7 (Wait, what?)

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