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Amazin' Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
Ayy, ayy
It's Primo Beats, bitch Ayy, ShittyBoyz When I mask up, I'm a villain, not a hero BOA loose, I done hit it with some zeros Had a dub in school, you was chilling with the weird hoes Getting bullied and you still broke I could pull up big 'Cat and leave a big scratch All I hear is big cap, you need a big hat You ain't never switch 'Cats, took a trip back Threw the braids in, bitch thought that I was Riff Raff I don't ever think I'll make a song for the ho Punch your bitch a lil' thong and made her throw it on Aaron Rodgers, I'm a cheesehead, packing provolone I know you see the bangs, up the chop and I'ma blow his 'fro I done took so many sips from this cup, I almost fell in That ain't make sense, ask the stripper, "Can you spell 'tripping'?" [?] on, smoke gelato so I smell different Get yo cousin out the fucking trap or my tail's missing Lungs full of blue guava Up the five on her, she was asking if I knew Sada '014, I was tripping in them blue Pradas Nut stain on 'em, yo bitch head is a true problem Should've took him to the shoe doctor Trash-ass bitch want some green like she knew Oscar Yeah, this some new lobster Dawg on tip, we just laughing, don't know who popped her Swear to God, on God, don't know who popped her Sleeve Nash activated, yeah, make her on it Unkie got that, he put a two on it Looking at the field, so many touchdowns been threw on it I just made a eight in a five, I feel like Ochocinco New jack city, what? Best believe I'm blowing in it I could aim in a thousand yards, boy, this scope so lethal Bitch, I'm balling, I remember when I used to roam the bleachers I been had thrust like I could've fucked my art teacher Big up up, I been fucking up them card readers BAPE zip with the chop, ever had a shark greet you? You gon' act tough till that fucking heartbeat leave .223s, we'll give his ass a flatline Four after four after four, bitch, it's nap time Road, hit the road, hit the road, bitch, it's jack time If she bending over, break her rim, yeah, it's Shaq time Looking in the mirror, I remember when they played it crazy I'ma make this dick touch yo ribs, I ain't playing, baby Really don't know if the plastic or the paper made it Exotic pop with the, this shit taste amazing |
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