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Cheat Code Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
J-J-J-J-J-Jacked up 256 on the gigabytes
RIP lil' Chris, it make me sick he ain't live his life ShittyBoyz the shit, we jump shit, you better get it right Let the Glock uppercut his ass, think I'm finna fight Three trips, three dubs, damn, that's a three-peat Hit the interstate and put up stats like the Greek Freak Jam with this shit, it say approved when it beep-beep Fendi belt looking like I should've used a cheat sheet Treat her like a smoothie, put her ass in a blender (Spin Her) Drip causing floods, better go and check the weather Watch dawg spirit exit soon as he enter Margielas on, now I'm paint stepping like a center (Margiela) Even my bitch neck froze, look like Elsa (Woo) Skipped first hour, now I'm first class in Delta Been a legend in my city, feeling like I'm Zelda (I have) BabyTron, I been charged up like a Tesla (Bitch) Would do the Scat but I wanna do the Wraith instead Walked out the store with six systems like a gamerhead (Woo) Save yo bread, I'ma run it up until I break a leg California king, Versace robe while I lay in bed Duke said it ain't where you start but where you finish (Facts) Eating steak now from when it wasn't in the kitchen (Ruth Chris) Fuck a gift for Christmas, baby, I was born with it Hustler DNA so if I want it, I'ma get it I done prayed for some shit that ain't never came true I done waited for some packages that never came through Better save up yo Pros, boy, that shit'll save you If I was you and you was me, shit, I'd probably hate too (Shit) I ain't finna box with you, sleaze got the golden gloves (Woo) I ain't gon' stop until I drop a piece from Golden Sun (Woo) Feeling like the chosen one, shit, I am the chosen one (Woo) I don't blow crud but I'll hit the strip and blow a dub (Huh) Ayy You know what I usually say ShittyBoyz Dub after dub got me feeling like a first seed Bitch, I'm balling now from when I couldn't make the first team Think I'm activated, I made twenty in the first week Heart been gone, lil' bitch, you can't hurt me Built for this shit, I might bend but I won't break Bitch will probably switch, swear to God that these hoes fake BAPE hoodie on, grab the chopstick and go ape Ruth Chris dinner, paid three strips for four steaks Nah, for real, exquisite dinners when I dine out Real grind 24/7, ain't no time out I was in a hole but then I found a way to climb out Feel like Goldberg, I slammed a bitch and blew her spine out XS Max, I'm feeling blessed off the jacks Off-White shirt, I got a X on my back Threw it in the stash, you'd rather flex on the Snap' Let me seen an opp, he's getting pressed like a app I ain't got a heart, don't let this Play tee play you Bitch playing games but it's cool, I can play too Pray, dude, 'cause I'ma send yo ass to who you pray to Me being soft? You must be smacked off the K2 A hundred dollar steaks, even the plates worth twenty The drawers cost a dub for all the times I looked bummy Bitch-snatcher badge, Hall of Fame, don't be a dummy Do you how you did me, bitch, I ain't acting funny Stomach growling in Verizon, I do lunch time at Ocean Prime Talkin' on the Snap' but I swear you was 'posed to slide Bro got a .40, don't get lit up like an open sign Better listen closely, that's yo ass, step close to mine Man, watch how we come, man Watch how we play it They can't get a dub, I'm a winner and they hate it Crazy how I turned from what I was into the greatest It takes time, man, just be patient We finna blow, 2019 our year and that's on me ShittyBoyz |
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