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paranoid - babytron & stanwill lyrics

[intro: babytron]
aye

[verse 1: babytron]
i think this lil’ stripper wanna f*ck ’cause i tipped her good
b*tch wigging, i’ma get her gone like the [?]
on the phone with benihanas, make sure that my shrimp is cooked
stepping in balenciagas, b*tch, i’m really him, just look
b*tch, i’m him, like really him, it ain’t no duplication
flexing like a jock but it’s n.e.r.d. on my human races
riding with the drac’ and the glock, it ain’t new [?]
it ain’t them f’s on my tests but i still got that stupid paper

[verse 2: stanwill]
threesome in the room with yo b*tch and my glocky on me
called a ham but he sent the pape and i stopped responding
wish he would, my b*tch up and stick but i’m not with wanda
old hoes calling ’causе i’m up, b*tch, i’m not rewinding
caught him in some come all day, thе glock gave him heartburn
they don’t need no gps, the b*tches know it’s our turn
had to tell this b*tch, “before you slide, jam the card first”
low tops with the splatter on ’em, stepping in some artwork

[verse 3: babytron]
i was big tripping, let a b*tch tear my hear out
she really losing now, broke as h*ll and her car loud
how the f*ck y’all got a point for in a dark stout?
something like i’m spongebob neighbor, i’m a star now
if you felt what i felt, you still be throwing up
computer new as h*ll, they like, “how the f*ck you loading up?”
where they selling army tanks at? i’ma tryna blow ’em up
two sticks, give him twenty*one, give that controller up
[verse 4: stanwill]
she ain’t got no morals, she got on her knees and blew my d*ck
she say, “boy, you got some big thrust”, b*tch, i’m used to this
unc and them could work for u*haul, they be moving sh*t
passed the glock to me like tory lanez, i’ll shoot the b*tch
glock got a flash and a beam, hit him in his bean
i got fifteen in my jeans busting out the seems
b*tch, i really ball with my team, throw us in the league
b*tch, i scam hams and swipe cards, i don’t f*ck with fees

[verse 5: babytron]
i been on the road running rampage, where’s my chill day?
if it ain’t a couple guns around then i don’t feel safe
i can’t fold this lil’ f*cker in my pocket, boy, this real pape
only f*ck around this b*tch f*cking with me probably bill gates

[verse 6: stanwill]
thinking you harambe, gang and ’em, they like to k!ll apes
this b*tch really think that i’m the one, she want a lil’ faith
i can’t even cap, i told her i just want a lil’ face
hit a opp with the aubrey graham, that’s a lil’ drac’

[verse 7: babytron & stanwill]
aye, zapper on the glock, f*ck around and we’ll electrocute him
i could catch a opp in a wrestling ring and wouldn’t wrestle, stupid
nah, i’ll really take his head off his neck, we’ll execute him
running in the wild with my wolves, i don’t mess with poodles
[verse 8: babytron]
blowing zazas, big zas, i’m tryna catch my vibes
boy, you the type to wave yo hand ’round, tryna catch a ride
b*tch so f*cking irritating, it’s the head i like
i be winning now but i still feel them l’s inside

[verse 9: stanwill]
running in the crib like, oh sh*t, i done left my .9
bought a stick, never touched a weight, i don’t exercise
feel like i’m the goat with this sh*t like best alive
if you think it’s scam season, wait till my tech arrive

[outro: babytron]
i be feeling like, huh, this the one
i be feeling like, huh, we the ones
i be feeling scared but i d*mn near gotta bring a [?]
i been feeling like that one that sh*t, oh, don’t bring it up

- babytron stanwill lyrics

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