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narcos - babytron lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, mark a)

[verse]
got some wockiana, quagy*agy, and some tris ’round
you ever seen stomp the yard? you would get chris brown’d
generation 5 on the stick, you would get bl!cked down
cali cartel, unky flying ‘bows through the air
i heard you stressed, f*cked up, smoking you a square
can you put down them cancer sticks?
said he just touched down? he a colin kaepernick
pass the bl!ck, seen an opp, i’m finna get active
so many horses in the hood, b*tch, the whip prancing
denver nuggets, nikola jokić, b*tch, my wrist dancing
talking ’bout he a up a hu— man, quit capping
doggy acting like 12, call him “agent murphy”
dog sh*t militia, sh*ttyboyz, b*tch, hang my jersey
too cold to pump gas, see a fiend and paid him thirty
laimbeer in the mike amiris off a play in [?]
that’s a forty ball
y’all my kids, gon’ be sick when y’all hear maury call
this some witchcraft with my pop, now i’m snoring off
if you ain’t learned a lesson from that l, you did more than lost
can’t relate, i’m feeling undefeated
2017, i was chilling, probably punching neiman’s
oh, he such a demon? tables turnt, sent him up to jesus
i could leave the booth and make a hunnid off a hunnid pieces
sixty visas, forty amex
i’m talking ’bout some stats you ain’t even played yet
sliding down here dolo sh*t, you more than brave, neph’
is you getting shot? that’s like asking me if rain wet
i’m at the border with some pesos, dealing with connects
i’m hitting zaza, i can feel it in my chest
at the loft counting up, chilling with a check
c8 tinted, skrrt around, squealing in the ‘vette
if i up some pape’, it was motivation purposes
don’t ask about this shirt, you can’t purchase this
whip loud as h*ll, neighbors looking through the curtains p*ssed
would’ve thought unc’ medellín, how he serving bricks
dawg don’t wanna hit the blunt, i think he in the dea
seven figure man, godd*mn, i knew i’d see the day
team on my back, star player, i’ma lead the way
hitman always stuck*up, you know he keep a k
and of course i’m buffed up, don’t you see the frames?
you better not touch none or brodie swinging drac’
took the stairs, not the elevator, f*ck the easy way
gang back to back in 700s, this a yeezy day
real road runner, y’all ain’t never even took a trip
huh, paped up, feeling like i’m pablo
how the f*ck is you a shooter? heard that they took yo bl!ck
boy, you better stop acting macho

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