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letra de triplet - the clinton authority

[verse 1: jake foster]
triplet, triplet, triplet, flow
i do not trip when i dribble my vro’s
i do not sip from a double cup, no
i don’t take xannys my hammies are sore
i just read hamlet and macbeth, i’m learnin’
shakespeare and stab it, i’m takin’, i’m turnin’
i win it, don’t fake it, i make it a million
fear it, i shake it, i make it to h-ll, yeah
dante’s inferno, i’m seventh gate rock lee
i am not healthy, i do not smoke broccoli
holden it back, catch ’em in rye
t.j. on billboard in gatsby, blue eyes
i see it all, lord of the flies
cut my pig head off and simon will die
i threw that piggy right back to his sty
this little piggy got rock to the face
jekyll and hyde, two sides ’til i die
creation and monster, like frankenstein’s case
i am flat stanley but i cannot crease
actually, seriously, does he have knees?
does he- does he have- does he have knees?
does flat stanley have knees?

[verse 2: cade berger]
triplet, triplet, triplet, flow
i do not trip when i dribble my vro’s
i do not sip from a double cup, no
i don’t take xannys my hammies are sore
worship a church like a pagan god
greek adonis, roman big bod
old man with a flamin’ hot rod
roll up to cl-ss, all they do is applaud
they know me, here and abroad
train robbery, almost been outlawed
top like the kingdom of god
found my stolen sp-ce gray ipod
arms so strong they call me tripod
old time dockhand, fishing rod
you are so frozen you cannot be thawed

[verse 3: jess foster]
triplet, triplet, triplet, flow
i do not trip when i dribble my vro’s
i do not sip from a double cup, no
i don’t take xannys my hammies are sore
i’m understood when i scream, yuh
swerve on the highway, i speed, yuh
i cannot do a good deed, yuh
i cannot follow, i lead, yuh
send help my way and i scoff
go back to your home and jump off
speed through the water like hoff
head like a golf ball, i’m ’bout to tee off
shark in the waters, i’m lookin’ for prey
jaws of death open, a few get away
cut a fish open, old man and the sea
paul bunyan, chop you right down like a tree
come get me, ho, i am out on the prowl
put on the brakes before i can reach town
i’m stephen king, when you read me, you frown
step to the king, you get beat like a hound
knocked out the ring and ba-ding, the bell tolls
go back to your home and take care of your soul
hole in your heart where your pride used to be
hole in the floor where your heart used to beat

[outro: jake foster, cade berger & jess foster]
triplet, triplet, triplet, flow
i do not trip when i dribble my vro’s
i do not sip from a double cup, no
i don’t take xannys my hammies are sore

- the clinton authority

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