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$100 rice bowl - babytron lyrics

[intro]
getta beats
ayy
ayy, ayy, sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1]
f*ck around and throw a hail mary, we on [?] inches
b*tch like dior bags and fur, can afford her kitten
‘rt barking, nah, the neighbors can’t ignore the drift
he ran up then he heard a “boom”, what a poor decision
in the a with dre, trackhawk, yeah, we soaring in it
sipping on the wock’ while i f*ck until snoring in it
looking asian off the cookie but it ain’t no fortune in it
i can’t even cuff a lil’ b*tch ’cause y’all wh0res be finished
twelve pro max, five twelve, thirteen in jacks
throw a punch this way? i’m shooting, i ain’t swinging back
used to be nice, h*rns grew and my wings dethatched
you blow eighty*seven regular, this some diesel gas
captain obvious, shoelaces, they say “shoelaces”
on telegraph, captain jay’s or i can nu wave it
sniper lock his target in his scope, we don’t do chasing
we’ll cut you off at the head, we don’t do snaking

[hook]
he be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain’t he?
me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain’t we?
i been winning lately, i can give a f*ck ’bout who hate me
need a “yes” or “no” if it’s money, i don’t do “maybe”
ain’t n0body got you but you, that’s how life go
out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl
i’m her favorite rapper so i f*cked her with my ice on
i might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on
[verse 2]
you ain’t got a cali plug, that is not no cali crud
really i’m a flashy f*ck, i think the opps mad we up
nah, like, for real, they just mad we up
iced up, sticked up, need a stanley cup
i just punched hibachi, yeah, the dasher on the way with it
headshots, i ain’t finna lag, ain’t no game glitching
if it’s two seconds on the clock then i’m game winning
turtle pie, this a three five, i’m just pain k!lling
do some fraud then get away with it
you ain’t even on yo own sh*t, just on our wave chilling
pay [?] watch the k hit him, we be grave digging
i was n0body, one year, now my name sizzling
b*tch said she knew she seen me out ’cause i was bang flipping
gotta wear a hoodie, you don’t, ain’t got the same image
home runner, grand slam, never could i base hit it
i’m a sh*ttyboy, b*tch dumb, think i ain’t sh*tting

[hook]
he be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain’t he?
me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain’t we?
i been winning lately, i can give a f*ck ’bout who hate me
need a “yes” or “no” if it’s money, i don’t do “maybe”
ain’t n0body got you but you, that’s how life go
out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl
i’m her favorite rapper so i f*cked her with my ice on
i might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on
[verse 3]
yeah
ar with the beam, got more voltage than a wonderwaffel
you could be the toughest, big triple s’ll stomp it out you
surf with the turf, never ever would i punch mcdonald’s
if the main kudos, why the f*ck are y’all buffies [?]
za to the motherf*cking za, every puff be toxic
shooter k!ll you on his bike then he get to bunny hopping
up the gummy on her, i don’t know how she went dummy on it
give a f*ck about y’all input ’cause y’all just be watching

[outro]
ha*ha, yeah (ha*ha, yeah, we some fools, ain’t we?)
yeah (yeah)
y’all just be watching (nah)
i’m on the court (i don’t do maybe)
swear to god, that’s how life goes
yeah, for a rice bowl
i’m her favorite rapper so i f*cked her with my ice on
and get my swipe on

- babytron lyrics

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