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tronald trump - babytron lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
ha*ha*ha*ha
nyah
nyah, nyah, nyah
ha*ha
phew
nyah
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia

[chorus]
rather keep it to myself, i got so much bottled up (i got so much bottled up)
hold the presi’ up like i just got elected, call me tronald trump (‘tron for president, dumbass)
(brrrt, fa*fa, fa*fa)

acting bougie, you a freaky frog, lil’ hoe, you swallow nut (you swallow nut)

[verse]
hate a grown man that is always crying like a female (female)
blocked the b*tch number, she done hit me on my gmail (gmail)
smackеd the curb while i was pourin’ drank, i need a detail
thirty city tour, tickеts sellin’ out on presale (presale)
doggy broke as f*ck, he couldn’t make it out with free bail
dog sh*t militia, when it’s war, i bet we prevail
i can pearl up anything, don’t matter if the leaf stale
lil’ b*tch fast as h*ll, her p*ssy got a v12 (skrrt)
‘clava off the gloves, you’d think i’m lookin’ for a ski trail (ski trail)
livin’ like a shark, when i grow old, i’m gon’ have sea tails (sea tails)
you be gettin’ taxed, i just paid less than retail (used to pay, like, triple what the f*ck i pay, don’t hate)
quarter and a lil’ leaf, the capacity’s maxed
not no mike amiri jeans, like, nah, these some alchemy pants (alchemy pants)
refuse to go back broke, gotta manage these racks
team stacked, you would think we had a fantasy draft (fantasy draft)
always hatin’ me, so one day, they was randomly fans (randomly fans)
cuddy in the pot, you thinkin’ “granny done candied the yams
tryna’ slime me out, i’m hoping your strategy’s planned (strategy’s planned)
f*ck the backdoor, i’m through the front like a battering ram
f*ck it, i’m finna give the rap game some cpr (phew)
my life been a movie since we watched ’em on the vcr (vcr)
b*tch actin’ like she in a foreign’, that’s her titi car
thinkin’ that she poppin’ out trim, but that’s her titi scarf
somewhere on a beach with flame around it, ain’t a tiki bar
tiki barber, runnin’ through these hoes, i’m gettin’ easy yards
told her talk some money if she tryna make my weewee hard (mhm, he*he, hmm, nyah, ayy)
we was geeked all tour, stg (swear to god)
woke up spillin’ mpg on my ftp (geekin’)
you ain’t really in the game, you just an npc
crazy that i’m finna make an m off of mp3’s (ticket)

his neck green like a pigeon, all them fake chains
i just spent a brick of great dane on a plain jane
[chorus]
rather keep it to myself, i got so much bottled up (i got so much bottled up)
hold the presi’ up like i just got elected, call me tronald trump (tron for president, dumbass)
(brrrt, fa*fa, fa*fa)

acting bougie, you a freaky frog, lil’ hoe, you swallow nut (you swallow nut)

- babytron lyrics

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