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animorph - babytron lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[chorus]
i watched my mans turn into a snake just like an animorph
triple s*ing, turbo s*ing, pedal pressing, crash the porsche
you a duck like oregon, i hear it’s beef, go grab a fork
unky said he adam silver if they turn the trap to sport
i wish i had some act’ to pour, amiri jeans, attach the torch
i ain’t going back and forth, a hundred shots, go ask the lord
ahki office looking like an orchard, sh*t, it’s jacks galore
i wanna share the sunlight, but they couldn’t even stand the storm
[verse]
duh, i scam, but i’ll f*ck around and come and cash the store
out here trusting b*tches, that’s a dork, i be done smacked a wh0re
on the 8 like eminem, me and ju, we done matched a four
vintage tee, but i ain’t hit the thrift shop like macklemore
glocky with the switch’ll make a giant look small
hungry for the opps, i’m lookin’ asian tryna cook dog
it’s a dirty game, the refs ain’t lookin’, i might push off
skinnies with the pads, in the field like it’s football
belt to ass season, walk him down, i might just whoop dog
teach his dumb ass a lesson
i see it’s syrup on your pancakes, i drunk that for breakfast
850 out in dallas in that one bag in texas
don’t even ask about the sneaks i’m wearin’, they ain’t out
ain’t never drove a snowplow, but i paved the route
dsm the gang, you disrespectin’, we gon’ bang it out
get the drop and stake his house
i was made to be great and i waited, what’s to hate about?
once it’s up, you’ll never ever see that flame put out
once it’s stuck, we can’t face to face and handshake it out
f*ck the opps, whack they brothers, f*ck they sisters, serve they uncles fetty
chillin’ like a villain in the middle of the jungle ready

[interlude]
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, you know what the f*ck going on, rip $cams
phew, i ain’t done yet though, alright
[verse 2]
they know my name up from cadieux down to dragoon
wakin’ up past noon, how the f*ck your bag move?
money on the floor, i spinned the b*tch like some pirelli tires
jefe blending out of town, he somewhere with the fetty buyers
if i keep on crackin’, pouring pints, gon’ probably need devita
ten ‘bows, touch seven hybrid of the three sativa
you ain’t played the joggy right, you did it off the cheap adidas
h*llcat, h*llephant engine, whip could probably beat a cheetah (skrrt)

[interlude]
i watched my mans turn into a snake
yeah

- babytron lyrics

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