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Tron Madden Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
Reuel, stop playing with these niggas
Ayy, stop playing Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ShittyBoyz) In LA, i8 (ShittyBoyz) Ayy, ayy, ayy ShittyBoyz In LA, i8 with the roof off Nitro in the spaceship, watch me zoom off Two hundred dollar Gucci socks, they get blew off I'm with gang members, you don't wanna have a shoot off Sniper rifle, fuck around and hit him from a roof Turn my Sunkist to the moon only from a deuce Shooting from the west side, I'm coming from the zoo Shoe bottoms red, ash white, and my hundreds blue Come here, bitch, I can show you how a scammer live Off a Perc' 10, I feel like Thor, I keep a hammer, bitch Take the tracker off the rim, I be on scaling shit I [?] plays turn down so I'm in Miami, bitch I want steak and some eggs, I ain't having grits For that sack, we'll blitz his ass, John Madden shit Yo boyfriend a burger, on his Krabby Patty shit Drop a deuce straight in my Ohana, I ain't ask for Brisk I want a big-ass P, I ain't ask for zips This a big-ass .223, we'll blam his shit Walk in, pull her shit down, she don't ask for dick Thinking he a star, we'll rock him, on some Patrick shit Walking out [?] balling like I'm Kaepernick Unkie and unkie in the kitchen and they matching bricks Feeling like Raekeisha, I be acting like a ass and shit At the self-scan, goddamn, watch me jam this bitch She suck me straight out of my Adidas pants Yeezy this, Yeezy that, I'm damn near the Adidas Man Spanish bitch with me in the 'Cat, hasta la vista, man 201, one of one, yeah, I'm the Visa Man If she in the city and she model, I done probably hit her Ask what it took to do that shit, shit, probably liquor Dior collared shirt on, this is not Hilfiger OG Runtz, straight thrax, boy, it's got a zipper I'm a shitter, big shitty, that's to be exact Stan Trackhawking like, what? Where the Beamer at? Samsung washer and dryer, yo bitch clean my pants Told bro put the pills down 'cause he tweak off Xans Now what the fuck I tell you, dummy? You can't see these hands Lil' bitch lollipopped the dick, I feel like Wheezy, man Walk into the kitchen, you see snow like I'm Jeezy, man Put my balls on her face, that's off the [?] man Off the backboard, that's a lob up to TrDee Me and Jeff was high as hell when we crashed that SRV Fear of God on, on the Bible, ain't no fear in me I'm the Punch God, Punch God, bitch, seriously 2020 whip, camera on and it's HD You ain't even wash yo ass yet, why you hating me? BIN fire, site fire, why you think it's AP? Bro gave him thirty-five, why you think you KD? Big Guccis on, screaming slatt, I got snake feet Tummy fucked up, it's full of Wocky and some steak meat Ham on the phone like, "Can I get my pape please?" Bitch, what? You lucky I ain't hit you with a late fee Yeah, drank exotic pop Spin God, I'll juke that bitch like a bottle top White boys crazy, they'll hit you with a Molotov Just broke as hell in yo feelings, you are not a opp I been in KY too long, where the border at? I heard the opps thugging down the street, where they corner at? 5.56, we'll put him on the floor with that This some straight drop, fuck around and you gon' snore off that Flip phone ring like an alarm clock Caught him in a sesh, fuck around and leave his car hot I'ma do that one [?] dance when the card pop Rollercoaster Glock, boy, this bitch'll make his heart drop Yeah, fuck around and break yo bitch heart I'm too slick with it, I done switched cards 'RT ass in the snow, I had to switch cars Heavy metal on me, I'll shoot it like a guitar Like a guitar Fuck around and I'ma switch cars If I switch cities, bitch, you know I switch cars Put that shit on everything I love that this bitch hard Gang |
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