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low pros - jack tripper lyrics

[hook: young thug]
leavin’ out the club just to get raped by three b-tches
every time i say b-tt-b-tt-b-tt, i get raped by three b-tches
i dropped 900 on my boxers, ostrich huggin’ my nuts
three b-tches like i’m hugh hefner, but mine is some sl-ts
i got three sl-ts off in my bachelor pad, they call me jack tripper
three sl-ts off in my bachelor pad, they call me jack tripper
i got three sl-ts off in my bachelor pad, they call me jack tripper
three sl-ts off in my bachelor pad, they call me jack tripper

[verse 1: peewee longway & young thug]
f-ckin’ on three sl-tty b-tches in my patrick ewing
every time i mention love, these hoes be with it for sure
i feel like i’m flava flava, reality show
she seal her mouth when she ’round bosses and trickle my bankroll
she know her position, yeah my b-tch ain’t that nosy
peewee that getter, i wanna get her my fitted
you think you feel it? i got three sl-t b-tches with us, you get it?
i ran up them digits, ysl boss, and the lieutenant
i got three b-tches that fetch what i says like a frisbee
a hundred hundreds’ll make your wife handle business
kickin’, pimpin’, watch as three sl-ts deep fry chicken
strut in giuseppe zanotti’s, three b-tches with me like i’m pimpin’

[verse 2: young thug & peewee longway]
b-tches wan’ leave out the club with young thug
and they gon’ end up under mrs
you wonder why your b-tch is gone and not comin’ home
that b-tch stepper her toes on my property
i bought a bentley and stingray
and left out the lot with flat rate on it
married that b-tch up immediately
stained the whole f-ckin’ town with it
i don’t have patience and i don’t want patience
baby girl get naked
spend 900 dollars on my ostrich boxers
never to blue face it
i swear, lil mama so mean [?]
cause every hood in, i be good like a mason
three pink tones all on my mink
like i’m out with [?]
andale, andale, andale
i got them birds baby come to me
three b-tches come k!llin’ like a k!ll bill repeat
it’ll make your heart beat
i swear, the b-tches end up with my l-st
peewee longway in a cheerleader tour bus
surrounded by nothin’ but b-tches
and 45 extensions and no queers are near us

[outro]
now when it comes to music
most people -ssume that regis is exclusively a dean martin kinda guy (they’d be right)
but the truth is when i really wanna let off some steam
i get in my car, i turn on the a-trak (the a-trak?)
put on a little low pros (i know you gonna dig this)

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