babylon bandit - $orr¥ lyrics
[verse]
b-tch i’m the man in my city
i walk around with the 50
told my lil n-gga “let’s get it”
i’m walking around with my pants and they’re sagging off
dreads on my head like a n-gga in babylon
my cousin he mixing the xan with the adderall
all of these stupid lil n-ggas they babble on
all of these n-ggas they babble
my car it got horses, i hop out the saddle
whipping that big body bimmer they hop out the 7
all of my shooters they pull up with choppas they’re several
your diamonds is fake i can tell by the bezel
stupid lil n-gga you’re not on my level
i take your soul like i dealt with the devil
i take your soul like i dealt with the beast
i got italian b-tches they saying “capiche!”
shawty she sucking my d-ck give a d-mn about the knees
rocking them air force ones that sh-t got crease
dropping them bands in the bank like a leash
sucking my d-ck like a motherf-cking leech
i got a whole lotta b-tches you’ve seen it
you talking a whole lotta sh-t what’s the meaning
look like i walked out the gym when i flex
n-gga talk sh-t and we’re going for the neck
bad lil b-tch wanna give me that neck
ball so hard don’t need no rest
draw that tek and i don’t even sketch
all of these b-tches they beg me for s-x
beating the pot with the left like a chef
set up the stupid lil p-wn like it’s chess
i got a bad b-tch for the low
f-ck on that bad b-tch and she glow
i do not buy drip from the store
i get that shipment don’t you know
riding a foreign and i’m geeking
f-cking that bad b-tch and she leaking
gave her a gallon of the s-m-n
big scottie little n-gga, i’m beaming
i’m on the block and i juug with the demons
i got the glock, gilbert arenas
shawty she hop, on top of my p-n-s
momma told me “lil boy, you’re a g*nius”
school a n-gga like i came with a thesis
d-mn right b-tch my family eating
i took that b-tch on a business trip
stupid lil n-gga you been a trip
i get the bill like i’m belichick
got myself a new b-tch and she’s heaven sent
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