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pop starz - babytron lyrics

[intro: babytron]
rj always tripping, man
rj always tripping, man
let me take my mask off
we d*mn near all tripping, i wouldn’t lie
what up, rj?
this sh*t is serious
aye, aye sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
’miri jeans, can’t stuff a dub in them
see an opp, f*ck around and stuff a slug in them
she put that p*ssy in the air, bro stuff the drugs in it
fendi monster on my tee, lil’ b*tch, i mug in it

[verse 2: since99]
b*tch, i’m toting on a [?]
choppa on me, send it to topanga like i’m trippie
making all the sins, bro, this sh*t can get real risky
i done saw him in the boat, boutta go and hit the [?]

[verse 3: babytron]
good punch, bins, but i got dumb pants
99 and them some sharks, boy, you can’t just jump in
this ain’t fornite but my shooter snuck a pump in
better use yo head ’cause ‘fore you know it, it get stumped in
skinny guy, fat shoes, i like them triple s
me, stan, and dee in off*white, boy, that’s a triple x
turn around and make a thirty triple, that’s the triple flex
hoes talking sh*t, i beat her ass so, lil’ b*tch, you next
[verse 4: since99]
99 overall, ain’t no jae crowder
revving up that engine in the scat, it got some horse power
pull up to his city then i’m blowing up the trump tower
nah, i don’t be eating on no warheads, smoking real sour
florida plug, posted up in broward
i’m about to go and put him up on camera like i’m chowder
sliding on him after hours, level up, it ain’t no power
been in there, i feel like aang but, b*tch, i’m bringing fire power

[verse 5: babytron]
christian loubs flashy than a b*tch, boy, i’m a pop star
aks and dracs, play with metals, i’m a rock star
bro poured a into his pop, now he a wockstar
shred his whole gang like i’m mone, feel like the chopstar
these ain’t vans, lil’ b*tch, nah, these some ian connors
broke as h*ll, talking sh*t, i’m somewhere ot eating lobsters
sick in the head, b*tch, i’m so slime, i think i need a doctor
i’m off a rp, i raised a bar but i don’t a spotter

[verse 6: since99]
i just went and poured a four in my tahitian treat
b*tch, i’m smoking on this ‘wood, it ain’t no funnel or no sheets
and i’m feeling like i’m [?] toting that heat
when i get up on the court, i’m shooting sh*t like pistol pete
this sh*t nothing new, i got cards up on a shoe
and he steady on the sound like watching sh*t like [?]
cutting up like i’m a crew, b*tch, i’ll be back in a few
different colors like a hue, why this white b*tch wanna sue?
like i’m stevie wonder, yeah, i got that b*tch up out of sight
and i’m serving automatic, boutta climb me on a light
yeah, you know we bringing static but he do not wanna fight
said he went and got a patek but that g*shock looking nice
[verse 7: babytron]
came in undertaker, we’ll slam him in the box
i take the wockhardt then i slam it in my pop
ain’t gotta ask her for no top
balenciaga runners, rocking socks up on the block

- babytron lyrics

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