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ricky henderson - babytron lyrics

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[intro]
(damjonboi)

[chorus]
lil’ brodie stealing everything, ricky henderson (go do your research, you gotta learn somethin’ ‘fore you listen)
i’ll f*ck around and push that b*tton, have the bl!cky blender him (brr)
five thousand dollar fit, that’s fifty benjamins (brr)

[verse 1]
really connected to the plug, yo’ sh*t be renderin’
dog $hit militia, unky in his d*ckies sellin’ it
periodic table in the kitchen, sixty elements
let me see an opp, gon’ lose control like missy elliott (boom)
i’m in that g*wagon (skrrt)
g*o*d, if i see twelve, i’ma keep stabbin’ (skrrt)
why you acting like a vet’? you ain’t seen action
i ain’t dealing with the fishy sh*t, won’t even eat salmon (godd*mn)
since he cappin’, we gon’ put three in his hat like chance the rapper
i don’t think yo team could get a victory, yo’ mans a slacker
retired 201s, i’m walkin’ in to cash them b*st*rds
twelve terabytes, i baked a pie, i’m a apple jacker
in high school, you thought you had life figured out
but now you just an average joe, you took the five figure route
it’s 2022, it’s time to throw the swishers out
land shopping out in texas, i might need a bigger house
all these motherf*ckin’ track .2s, i could write a book
lil’ brodie, he ain’t got no ls, he finna slide on foot
fly as h*ll, f*ck what’s underneath me, i’m too high to look
had to pat him down for a wire, he actin’ like the hook
spin the block and pop his top like a corkscrew (brr)
a k!ller on the ‘gram but he be singing in the courtroom (man)
all i’m missin’ is a saddle, we done horsed you
bandana patches wrapped around my jeans, it ain’t no horse shoes
sippin’ out a baby bottle, all i’m missing is a pacifier (wah)
sippin’ wocky in october, look like apple cider (ah)
i got a pistol with a glitch, this b*tch shoot rapid fire (brr)
i wouldn’t run, the scope on it came with a magnifier (brr)
scr*pe up the extras, i’m a maximizer
the skid mapped out in my head, sh*t, i’m a strategizer (yeah)
how i make it to kentucky when the tags expired?
i f*cked around and burnt my fingers rollin’ out a bag of fire (ha, ha)
paid a hunnid fifty for some turbo, this a taycan (porsche)
if you seen us shake hands, we probably made bands
i’m ten toes in my ian connor’s, boy, these ain’t vans (nah)
what i’m droppin’ in my pop, it look like grape jam
sh*t, i just bought a thousand (shh)
i can’t even tell you what, i just thought about it (brrt)
i lock my lips then lose the key, can’t even talk about it (brrt)
i don’t think that’s real virgil, something off about it (ha, brrt)
kansas city chief, i’m dropping red into my baja gold
yo’ lifestyle amateur like, sh*t, you not a pro
on stage with the baby drac’, ready to rock and roll (brrt)
so much drip up in my closet, walk in like, “geronimo”
turn his lamb’ into a stretch, limousine style
i’m mixing rps with my lean, feeling mean now
why you playin’? got the reaper up on speed dial
smoking za, it’s like a comic strip when i breathe out
get the rebound (yeah), throw it down court
if you really ’bout it, what you stayin’ in the house for?
2023, my goal, stress less and count more
why the f*ck you worried ’bout my bag? i hope you found yours
[interlude]
man, sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
they can’t stop us
i think we undefeated at this point
this sh*t is gettin’ too f*ckin’ easy, yeah

[verse 2]
cops pulled me over, told ’em, “i don’t speak no english”
hitter, he gon’ catch a hat for fun, don’t really need no reason (boom)
you still got a stock charger, never seen no demon
scammer turned rapper, hunnid on me, i don’t need no pieces (i don’t need no pieces, i don’t need no pieces)
(in a stock charger, you ain’t seen no demon)
(told them boys i don’t speak no english)
(sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, you know what the f*ck goin’ on)

[chorus]
lil’ brodie stealing everything, ricky henderson (go do your research, you gotta learn somethin’ ‘fore you listen)
i’ll f*ck around and push that b*tton, have the bl!cky blender him (brr)
five thousand dollar fit, that’s fifty benjamins

[outro]
first name himothy, last name b*tch
it could be a traffic jam, bet i wouldn’t lane switch
basically, if you ain’t on gang sh*t, you lame, b*tch
yo’ life might be good but it ain’t this
sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, man

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