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pro open - blp kosher & babytron lyrics

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[chorus: blp kosher]
tron coulda went to the league
i could been in the pro open
she said she wanted a weave
i bought a bottega bag and that sh*t woven
i f*cked on some commas, now they on their period
i leave the opps with a semi colon
and the opps broke, they got no motion
they only want beef like joe rogan

[verse 1: blp kosher]
me and tron on a yacht, ‘brought the wock into poland
we in [?]
horseback, she gon’ ride me, no trojan
the choppa go waterrr [?]
[?]
i’m steppin’ on toes ’til my sh*t swollen
and i’m a rapper, man i coulda been a postman
put my [?] like i’m steve [?]
i’m a top jew, now they sayin token
my brother died and i ain’t even mourn yet
brothers died and i’m still broken’
they had to [?] in my crib
i never go back, to window pokin’
it’s james and benyamin you heard what i [?]
it’s james and benyamin you heard what i said
i copped a cyber truck ‘fore i go bullyin
jits on the web, pick your poison
is it them or the led
pass it to tron and the leaving it dead
real dolphin like dan marino
big dreidel, not a man of ego
glock on my pant leg, hit a coffee stain
no cappuccino, ayy
[verse 2: babytron]
[?] but we ain’t at the ihop
all that eyeing we turn to a cyclops
can’t afford a whip so we stuck at the bike shop
[?]
all this loose change, can’t relate, he a tight [?]
big ol’ chop
clear the scene like some eye drops
ho blew me up talkin bout did my pipe bomb
[?] ayy, ayy
think he got a louie but it say made in taiwan
when i score six, i ain’t die for the pylon
pour it in my cup, sh*t i might not, i might not
all rats opps but i’m far from a python
all snake opps [?]
let him diss me now its def jam icon
red and white stripe mark he couldn’t even find tron
if he try and ball, get him stepped on tyron
if he get loud, get him touched like an ipod
[?] i’m a tripod
pulled it out my pants she was like oh my god
[?] came a long way from [?]
glock with the flash on the phone like a nikon
the prize is what my eyes on
hoe think i love her, brain small as a micron
finna drop pj, and name that b*tch flytron
do i give a f*ck like it’s ice hot?
you the type to let the opps score and say nice shot
like you westbrook, blowing pet thinking why not?
swing the stick you would think i finna fly swat
gave a crack head a honeybun and told him try pop
she can’t even get a ring pop, i don’t tie nots
dude looking everything you do, live stock
[chorus: blp kosher]
tron coulda went to the league
i could been in the pro open
she said she wanted a weave
i bought a bottega bag and that sh*t woven
i f*cked on some commas, now they on their period
i leave the opps with a semi colon
and the opps broke, they got no motion
they only want beef like joe rogan

[outro: babytron & blp kosher]
sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, long live $cam, you know?
hey siri, call tron, where you at? waterrr
[?]

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