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BandCamp Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
Aight, huh, yeah
Yeah Yeah, ayy Ayy It's big Chick, yeah, bitch, I'm with the ShittyBoyz Bought a store with two chains on like Tity Boi I'll make a bad bitch eat dick till she dizzy I don't watch Digimon, I drop grams on my digi, boy I'll take the off the, make it make plenty noise Whole car, what she roll down the window for? Pass me my coat, brought the Draky with me in the store Got a ten then look back at my bitch like we finna go 28 Amiris, dub show got me pigeon-toed Play book out, should I pick a roll or give and go? My blood cousin see me up the blues like, "What you Cripping for?" Nitro in the engine of this fucker so the whip gon' float Scoring back to back in them stores, where's my Grand Badge? AR with the titties on it, shoot it till my hand cramp Glock got a drum on that bitch like it's Bandcamp Got some hot heads, set the play and get them ransacked Track Sport Eco, I could fuck around and switch modes Bitch won't even ask me for a penny, I got rich hoes Feel like Magic Mike, you won't catch me 'less I'm with poles Either bag dragging or I'm counting blue strips whole Ayy, fast cash, baby, but my opps, they got lil' chicken Shot him once, he ain't die, now gang up the [?] tripping 'Wood got Dee on the Milky Way, funny it's Skittles in it Funny how they pass the rock to unc' but he ain't dribble with it Funny how I'm always with some chicken, I'm with Chicken P Told lil' baby, "Yes, I live that life, you tryna come and see?" Then I bet you she gon' want to ride it, she gon' hardly meet Damn, Tron, this the sixth 'Wood, I can hardly see You can get some hair, last thing you getting is a ring Why the fuck we steady play with sticks like this the major league? And I think the choppa came with legs, it's like a centipede If yo body's higher than yo age then I can't get between I got the whole house lit like a Christmas tree Got a bag like Saint Nick, don't try to nickel me How I'm feeling Monclers like I might get a mink Attachment died on me, took some cover then I switched the beam Huh, I'm a scammer Chicken, he a chemist, he could cook it up Only time the opps could ever see me, when they look me up If that stack is nowhere near a ten, you need to put it up 'Fore you try to talk about the shirt, you need to look it up |
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