a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

tutorial - babytron lyrics

[intro]
nyah
hey (phew)

[verse]
beat the game while you stuck on the tutorial (huh)
ayy, every day, i’m tryna wake up and be more, my unky servin’ orioles
they don’t want war, we’ll turn ’em to memorials (brrt)
ram a ho soon as i touch down, torry holt
f*ck a twenty*one blowout, we up like 40*0
random hoes d*ck suckin’, point ’em to the glory hole
every time these b*tches feel my presence, they in h*rny mode
orgy mode, made in style like i’m fordio
in the bed with two yеllowbones, that’s an oreo
pop so dirty, had to take it to thе dry cleaners
fightin’ off z’s, what i poured up, it fight fevers
couldn’t play the coupe, seven hoes in my five*seater
one eye open, trust none, i’m a light sleeper
i like the way she suck it, i don’t think we f*ckin’
should i layup, dunk it? this an easy bucket (kobe)
what i upped on the ‘gram’d make stevie wonder
b30s, three perc 10s match the cv runners
we ain’t get the memo, mixin’ purple with the red in the green room (ah), f*ck it, where the yellow at?
two quick shots out the drakey to his whip, it sound like, “bing, boom,” next time, put a helmet on instead a hat
i can serve water to a fish, air to a human (yop)
if you ain’t gang, i could care less what you doin’
him and him twins ’cause they both sharin’ my influence
got your b*tch grabbin’ ankles, why her hair gettin’ ruined (woah)
in the booth sippin’ qua’, pour it out like my soul
would’ve thought it pushed him first, brodie beatin’ up the road
b*tches throwin’ p*ssy at me, i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout a ho
hall*of*fame sipper, accoladin’, dreamin’ ’bout some pros
opps scary, see us out, they like uh*oh
slidin’ in the scooby van, they like ruh*roh
doctor, double back, f*ck an uno, i need one more
emptied out the stily, got me noddin’ like a custo
she can’t get a thing but ding*a*ling
cuddy headtapped ’em on the porch, ain’t even see the ring
now he on the run, four attachments on the gun
spillin’ drank in deadstock, it’s red stains on the 1s
f*ck the plain promethazine, gon’ spit it out just like tajiri
sneaks, socks, shirt, jeans all mike amiri (drip, drop)
is you gon’ ball or sit and chat?
young tron had asked to see that ball and i’d give it back (f*ck ’em)
you gotta trust the process (phew)
i treat a dime b*tch like an object (swear)
raw six to the face, i ain’t nod yet
broke*ass b*tch ain’t look good since that prom dress
pull up to your job and have akhi make a bomb threat
tryna catch the i8, i’ma make the cops wreck
she made a mess off that neck, had to swap techs
long live $cams, sbdsm (michigan meech)
[outro]
beat the game while you stuck on the tutorial
ayy, every day, i’m tryna wake up and be more, my unky servin’ orioles
they don’t want war, we’ll turn ’em to memorials

- babytron lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular