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atomic bomb - babytron & stanwill lyrics

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[intro: babytron]
313 mafia
d*mn, glo, you k!lled this one
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[verse 1: babytron]
ninety*nine cent iced tea, five hundred dollar deuce
step in dolce & gabbana, these five hundred dollar shoes
i be with them big sharks, no piranhas ’round me, boo
atomic bomb, the drop in the pop, i need pajamas, dude
[?] than a b*tch, i got pieces and they hit
stan like keanu reeves, he be creeping with the bl!ck
bro j. j. watt with glock, if he see you, he gon’ blitz
dub on me, show my ass [?] like [?] in this b*tch

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
new sauce, foreign shorts, i’m looking for a milf
bnt talk, i’ll get a little brother k!lled
[?] shoot and don’t his sh*t
soon as you’re done sucking, baby, yeah, i gotta dip
these n*ggas hoes, it’s hard to believe that they got a d*ck
if i had a glock, best believe that it got a d*ck
if yo b*tch coming over, duh, she got the d*ck
and she told you all she did was suck the tip

[verse 3: stanwill]
aye, i could show you how to make some pape, f*ck a [?] trade
turn a opp house to zap zone, we gon’ score with lasers
suck a d*ck, i’ll scam yo granny, that was for my haters
running up up in la, b*tch, we score like lakers
i eat hibachi everyday, i’m benihana man
i’ll slam dunk on yo b*tch, i’m juwanna mann
i know n*ggas not rich, you ain’t roddy, man
i can’t teach you how to fly but the choppa can
[verse 4: babytron]
fendi and dior, designer on my body
i’m tryna k!ll a hundred opps, i be thinking like a n*z*
j*panese fanta, extra rice in my hibachi
the type to turn into a zombie, slide with automatic tommies

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
sh*ttyboyz the kripylife [?] we f*cking people mama
please put yo ’woods out, i smell [?] zaza
if i f*ck, i’ll never ever put on a condom
man, f*ck being the goat, i wanna be the dalai lama

[verse 6: stanwill]
man, you heard kidd, he the dalai lama
big*ass 7.62, stuff the chop with rockets
stuff a twenty ball in my amiris, i done popped a pocket
never once seen a price tag and said i’m not gon’ cop it

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