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yakuza - babytron lyrics

[intro: fordio]
(damjonboi)
672
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)
dog sh*t militia

[verse 1: fordio]
should i mix the ‘pane with the quag’? been contemplatin’
if it’s drank or the shippin’, that’s the only time i’m waitin’
i’m impatient, i just add the vpn so they can’t trace it
tryna find a way to profit, i’m not with the conversation
exotic from rozay, it’s hittin’ too d*mn hard, i think he laced it
i peep you be hesitatin’, please pass me my medication

[verse 2: babytron]
you would think that i was jason
hop up out his bushes, chase him
roll my problems up and face ’em
keep the bl!cky, heard they hate him
dirty b*tches, man, who raised ’em?
rats, snitches, why they make ’em?
why my roster trippin’ like i won’t turn around and replace ‘еm?
in the pen’, he got a shank, a monkеy probably would’ve drac’d ’em
any given night, might pop out with a fifty, jayson tatum

[verse 3: j1hunnit]
all this dog sh*t, i need charmin
i like my cup red, election
roll his face on chocolate, nestlé
rockstar lifestyle, elvis presley
perc’ look like the script, he pressed him
one*of*one jeans full of jacksons, jessie
screwed*up pint, my cup from texas
i kick sh*t like lionel messi
rap sh*t just a lil’ occupation
dope dealin’ was my main profession
wool*knit pulled down over my eyes
supreme beanie on, lookin’ like a mexican
[verse 4: mjpaid]
leave new orleans and i’m feelin’ like a pelican
he don’t bust bl!cks, n*gga celibate
i just took a sip of that ‘pane, this sh*t potent and elegant
smokin’ exotic, cali sh*t so loud, they smellin’ it (sh*t)
feelin’ like ‘019, mj back in his element
n*ggas ain’t sippin’, they sellin’ it
don’t gotta hit the pharm’, bro mailin’ it
found a new jugg, i’m passin’ it
n*ggas not hip, n*ggas not intelligent

[verse 5: scrumbleman]
i’m facin’ this eight, i ain’t sellin’ it
dog sh*t on me like i won a settlement
b*tch got brain like thomas edison
pour ten lines in the cream, don’t measure it
jefe outside with the bl!ck, they won’t let him in
i done did lot of sh*t, i ain’t never went
b*tch p*ssy a1, her sh*t heaven*sent
geeked up, pink ten like it boost my intelligence
find a new ghost town, we break it in
slam dunk on a b*tch, i’ll break the rim
in the water with sharks, it’s sink or swim
chain glow in the dark, they like, “who is him?”

[verse 6: fordio]
told that b*tch i can’t cuff her, i like to f*ck other women
let my ho shop at neimans, we don’t go to lululemon
dog sh*t in my pocket, spend it
p*ssy for sale, i might just rent it
performin’ at a show, while i’m onstage rappin’
fans pullin’ on my denim
say she want a ring, told that b*tch i am not green lantern
the only thing i think about is should i play the bimmer or the phantom?
[verse 7: fordio, babytron, j1hunnit, mjpaid & scrumbleman]
i ain’t have much as a kid, so i’m juggin’ with a passion
workin’ magic, if i got a hat, i’m pullin’ out a rabbit (voila)
twenty*eight grams of scallion, i come hutch 3d medallion (ice)
gotta know i’m beatin’ the case, i ain’t f*ckin’ with feds, they caught me on camera
pour me a four in a fanta, eat with the switch like, “b*tch, where my manners?” (come on)
say you smokin’ ‘za, but you really blowin’ dandruff (bammer)

[outro: babytron]
long live $cammer

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