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a2z/euphoria 2 - babytron lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1]
who am i? the prince of the mitten
it’s some dog food on that silverware, rinse off the dishes
me and you two different guys, you out here simping ’bout the b*tches
drum hold some pocket change, i knocked the lint up out his denim
on his roof in all black, i hit his crib just like i’m venom
he ain’t had a run since forever, tryna find momentum
he ain’t dropping, doggy*laced forever, we just micro*fent’ him
we ain’t doing plain jane gold, you gotta ice your pendant
we ain’t toting sticks for no reason, gotta shoot your weapon
f*ck around and lose both his feet, he too new to stepping
fogo de’ ain’t open today, had to go in bucharest
finna leave the country, i might f*ck around in budapest
seven*different*color marni hoodie, this b*tch too majestic
if you catch a body then you snitch, you gon’ lose the credit
i can do the credit, i can do the debit, this ain’t new
ninety percent of the grapevine, man, that sh*t ain’t true
prices fluctuated, ain’t the same ticket as yesterday
talking ’bout he in his bag only when he eat better made
i can only thank god, i guess that these the better days
sh*t, i always come first like the letter a
[chorus]
a, that’s for “active,” b for “bl!ck”
hit him, make him do a backflip (brrt)
c for “crocs,” rock ’em while i grab a package (woo)
d for “doc,” need a ‘script like i’m acting (ah)
e for “everything i see, i gotta grab it, i gotta have it” (brrt)
f, that’s for “f&n,” shoot rockets when i blast it
g, i got two on my feet, the gucci bandit (woo)
h, had it on my belt when i was truey pantsing
i (i), cannot be f*cked with
j stand for “jeter,” catch me in cali, it’s one lit
k, that’s for “drac’,” up it if you on some f*ck sh*t (brrt)
i took so many l’s to touch the letter m

[bridge]
buffed up like a jock, where’s my virgil letterman?
all this sh*t talking, man, i wish i had a peppermint
sh*t, you only get one life, you better treasure it
i just muggsy bogues’d him, shorted him, he should’ve measured it
(sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, what’s the deal, enrgy? this b*tch rocking)
(b*tch, yeah, long live $cams)

[chorus]
a, that’s for “active,” b for “bl!ck”
hit him, make him do a backflip (brrt)
c for “crocs,” rock ’em while i grab a package (woo)
d for “doc,” need a ‘script like i’m acting (ah)
e for “everything i see, i gotta grab it, i gotta have it” (brrt)
f, that’s for “f&n,” shoot rockets when i blast it
g, i got two on my feet, the gucci bandit (woo)
h, had it on my belt when i was truey pantsing
i (i), cannot be f*cked with
j stand for “jeter,” catch me in cali, it’s one lit
k, that’s for “drac’,” up it if you on some f*ck sh*t (brrt)
i took so many l’s to touch the letter m
[verse 2]
n to the o, that’s my favorite word to tell a b*tch
p what i push, but i ain’t gunna, i ain’t telling sh*t
q stand for “quick,” before you blink, i bet i’ll sent a blitz
r to the s*v*p, and you were not invited
s*plaid tesla drive itself, no, it don’t got a pilot
t, that’s for .223s, they tryna stop the violence
you can never be me, it’s only one punch god
v on my hoodie, got an x on my tee
x to the d, reach for neck, bro gon’ squeeze
why is you complaining? that ain’t never did nothing (nope)
z’s what i catch every time i sip something (nyoom)

[interlude]
sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, that’s a to z

[part ii]

[intro]
(damjonboi)
brr

[verse]
today’s price ain’t tomorrow’s price
go and grind today ’cause you ain’t promised it tomorrow night
all the jewelry that i’m wearin’ mine, ain’t gotta borrow ice
you gotta know today’s price, it ain’t tomorrow’s price
sh*t, i’m getting thirty for a verse, i got the gift of gab
me and brodie tripping, ain’t no acid, we ain’t split the tab
bulletproof the truck, add a couple compartments in the dash
r.i.p. mauri, know he somewhere up in heaven sipping act’
(r.i.p. 72, long live $cams)
take a lot to knock me down, but it’s impossible to keep me there
post my lo’ ot, then drop an opp like, sh*t, they think we where?
how you comfortable? the car you drivin’ cost the jeans i wear
sh*t, i don’t get it and i probably never will (never)
twenty thousand, one arena, still don’t feel no pressure
reminiscing, missin’ members, double*cups don’t heal forever
re*rock professor, i k rolled ’em then put the seal together
fifteen hunnid dollar pair of nikes, these some chunky dunkies
never could i forget where i’m from, the double*cups be muddy
tryna swim around the deep with sharks? oh, yeah, you funny, guppy (ha, funny guy)
heavy on the za, but with the shrooms, i’m micro dosin’
got the mini k up in the goose, i’m micro coatin’
if you put yo’ time and grindin’, you gon’ find yo’ moment
sh*t, take me as example, got my life devoted
nah, seriously
feel like tyrese on that street, i’m drivin’ furiously (skrrt)
i told that b*tch i’m not a city boy, so do not period me (nope)
i used to wake up late for school like always, show up period three
hal jordan ‘cat matte black and the interior green
twenty million streams a week, i gotta thank the fans
i remember i was talking to me like, “go take a chance”
trackhawk, it’s actin’ bad, i’ma finna spank the gas
it ain’t a single badge on the sleeve, that’s where it’s rankin’ at
cuddy said f*ck a pass today, he tool guardin’
j*panese plug pitchin’ (yup) like he yu darvish
akhi pull up with that finisher, don’t matter who started
sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, yeah
2022 a sneak peek, ’23 the movie (i swear to god, it is)
twenty somethin’ shows in four weeks, it’s getting crazy (sheesh)
if i rock it, it ain’t basic, fits sophisticated
acetone up in the kitchen, they ain’t restoratin’ shoes
wanna be militia? gotta take a test and pay the dues
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
tomorrow’s price, it ain’t today’s price
wanna be the star but you the type to catch some stage fright
[outro]
brr, sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, man, you could never count us out
you gotta add us up first
nah, literally
we live from the lab right now
i can’t tell you where i’ma be at when this b*tch drop, though
i might be in yo’ city
sh*t, the way i’m workin’, the way we grindin’
long live $cams, you know what the f*ck goin’ on

- babytron lyrics

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