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Special Thanks Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
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(Shout-out my nigga Synco) Ayy Thanks to the card holders I just wanna thank the card holders Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz Keep a tommy gun like the mafia, Shoreline I was in the storm, you was running from it, Fortnite Catching jet lag out of town, this my fourth flight Throw his lil' soul to the sky, up there towards Christ Got boogers in his eyes, why he sleeping on me? Gotta pay a roll for a feature, Giovani Feel like I'm playing freeze tag off this three of Wocky Trap house like The Walking Dead, you gon' see a zombie Ran off like we wouldn't pop his ass after (What the fuck?) Who the fuck he think he was? Black Panther? Bitch ask do I work for Apple, I'm a jack stacker Feel like Ari 'cause the bitch let me crack after Grab that L and walk away, you are not winning I'll have your street blocked off, we on the lodge with it He better pray to God, huh, that God with him Cruise away chop, I'ma let this bitch drop kick him Up strap, Lisa Leslie, I'ma spark that Well known card cracker, boy, these cards smack Heart cracked, I don't feel it, where my heart at? Showed love to the wrong people, now my heart black That shit for real made my heart colder (It did) It's fun and games till this chop make you start over Ayy, Dee, ayy, Stan, bring them cards over I just wanna give a special thanks to the card holders (Thanks) Why would I stress on a bitch? I make big plays Told her make it make sense like I'm Big Tay Had scam dreams, I was never 6'8" Fuck a finger roll, I'd rather chip jam and hit banks (Fuck 'em up) Whip got more ratchets than Backpage Knock his cape off his back if he act brave Bitch, don't play, you know "Thrust" is my last name Popping up on hoes, stunning bitches like a flashbang Twenty percent human, eighty percent GOAT Feeling like Blade, .40 in this trench coat Tryna swim in this drip? Gon' get drenched, bro This a chill fit, Nike shorts off the Prestos (This light) We'll tear yo block down like it's Minecraft Bitch was half snake, I be wishing for the time back Three or four bags deep now, I was sidetracked Pop out the shadows with that chop, Samurai Jack Up strap, Lisa Leslie, I'ma spark that Well known card cracker, boy, these cards smack Heart cracked, I don't feel it, where my heart at? Showed love to the wrong people, now my heart black That shit for real made my heart colder (It did) It's fun and games till this chop make you start over Ayy, Dee, ayy, Stan, bring them cards over I just wannna give a special thanks to the card holders (Thanks) I just wanna thank the card holders I just wanna thank the card holders |
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