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sb4l - babytron lyrics

[intro]
sh*t, that’s a danny g beat
xclusive made this

[verse]
i hope y’all really on that ’cause we on that
you better use yo head ‘fore we put it where the floor at
feel like santa claus dragging bags, where the hoes at?
i’m a scammer, dawg, i do fraud, you should know that
thirty ball on me f*cking up the way i walk
puff this, puff that, f*cking up the way i talk
yeah, yo b*tch kinda cute but once i f*ck her, get her off
how they life get real when i start f*cking with the fraud?
she ask for my name, i told her tron [?]
b*tch said she real like, yeah, b*tch, real hit
you gotta be a handicap f*cker, you don’t feel this
bro ain’t touch [?] and he’ll still blitz
i don’t really like to fight with [?] the bl!cky on me does
looking like [?] i could up a fifty or a dub
you’re returning [?] i’m out of town getting in the tub
i ain’t wanna rap but [?] is really i’m the one
backwoods, crack juggs, my baddest b*tch act good
ar got a frying pan attached ’cause yo ass cooked
throw a hook? i wish yo ass would
what i spent on the kicks, i could’ve bought a d*mn foot
sb, man, this sh*t forever like life and death
she think i like her neck, real life, ain’t got time for s*x
2021, i’m touching down in a private jet
2021, the lake house with the private deck
2022, pacific time in a submarine
looking in the mirror like he look like the plug to me
i don’t chase chicks, my old hoes always come to me
and stop thinking that you my b*tch ’cause you f*cking me
hoes lined up, give it up, boy, yo time’s up
fancy than a b*tch, sipping wocky out a wine cup
y’all talk about my bangs, whole time y’all [?] ain’t lined up
slam a b*tch like i’m roman reigns and f*ck her spine up
dunking red in a cup, i’m feeling like a pelican
i’ma [?] her out the crib if she yell again
louboutins all white, red bottoms, peppermint
i think it’s f*cking glue on my hands, the bag, i’m catching it
caught five thousand dollars, not playing jackpot
steak five ounces, hundred dollars, ain’t no black rock
if you be real quiet in the trap, you’ll hear the crack pot
i don’t wanna see no ass, i just want some lamb chops
stone island on, i’m walking ’round this b*tch like geodude
toss the bin up to dee, boy, that’s a visa*oop
known to shoot the bag out but i can greek freak it too
think i got a problem, spent thirty on adidas shoes
huh, sh*t, and the pants
time is money, b*tch, so i need paper in advance
closet like j*pan [?] designer pants
slide a hundred giffies then i do my swiper dance
[outro]
i hope y’all really on that ’cause we on that
you better use yo head ‘fore we put it where the floor at
feel like santa claus dragging bags, where the hoes at?
i’m a scammer, dawg, i do fraud, you should know that
thirty ball on me f*cking up the way i walk
puff this, puff that, f*cking up the way i talk
yeah, yo b*tch kinda cute but once i f*ck her, get her off
how they life get real when i start f*cking with the fraud?

- babytron lyrics

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