Correction Lyrics Stripper Anthem by ZahSosaa

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I might get a ticket tonight
Tryna make it to your crib (MC, make another hit)
I might even lose my license (Project X)
The way I'm drivin', baby, mmm
Please sprout up for me, your tulips are my fate
You gon' be my blessing tonight
So keep your eyes wide
I'm doing sixty-five

Ayy
Know I'm sinning, I'm not always right (In a forty, hopin' that I don’t get spotted)
But, girl, you my blessing tonight
I don't care if you strip in the night
I'm not here to judge you by your life (This ain't no DUI)
You with me, girl, you gon' be alright (Just wanna take a stride through your garden)
I can get you whatever you like
Keep this hammer, I don't like to fight
If her old n***a feeling some type (Your garden)
Up this Glocky, it knock out his lights
On my way to her crib, running lights
'Bout to beat up that pu**y tonight (Mmm, your garden)
She ride on that d**k like a bike
She tapping out, keep tryna fight
I knock out that pu**y, Mike Tyson
My cup purple, look like the Vikings
I'm toting this Glock with no license
Ooh (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh

Ayy, ayy
I'm usually not with the cuffing, I never really show sympathy
I don't know what got into me
But I am feeling her energy
Most of these n***as be bluffing
Glock bake an opp like an oven
F**k on that little b*t*h good, she want me give her my loving
Other day f**ked up some racks, got that sh*t back like it's nothing
Sosaa still be in the hood, Sosaa still be thugging

Ooh (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Ooh (Yeah, yeah)
I might get a ticket tonight
Tryna make it to your crib
I might even lose my license
The way I'm drivin', baby, mmm

Know I'm sinning, I'm not always right (Please sprout up for me, your tulips are my fate)
But, girl, you my blessing tonight
I don't care if you strip in the night
I'm not here to judge you by your life
You with me, girl, you gon' be alright
I can get you whatever you like (You gon' be my blessin' tonight)
Keep this hammer, I don't like to fight (So keep your eyes wide)
If her old n***a feeling some type (I'm doing sixty-five)
Up this Glocky, it knock out his lights (In a forty, hopin' that I don’t get spotted)
On my way to her crib, running lights
'Bout to beat up that pu**y tonight
She ride on that d**k like a bike (This ain't no DUI)
She tapping out, keep tryna fight (Just wanna take a stride through your garden)
I knock out that pu**y, Mike Tyson
My cup purple, look like the Vikings
I'm toting this Glock with no license (Your garden)
Ooh (Mmm, your garden)
Ooh (Yeah, yeah)

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