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babytron & babyfxce e - locked in كلمات أغنية

[intro: babytron]
i’m tryna stay locked in
it’s [?] (thank you, jxlan, i appreciate you, man)
nyah, phew

[verse 1: babytron]
i’ll dress up like a crackhead to ask for gas
soon as he crack the window down, i’ma fah his ass
mr. do the dash, the decal gon’ match the badge
bottega everything, me and my b_tch, we matchin’ bags
f_ck a flashback friday, we can flash some racks
she tryna land in pound town, she gotta wax that cat
dog sh_t militia, b_tch waggin’ waggin’ in my tail waggin’ ‘bach
pull up and melt everything just like a acid tab
my ho play chanelly walkers with the razzledass
all they tryna play is slime, boy, i’ll rattle back
the za i smoke is feelin’ like i’m tryna battle crack
and honestly, i almost died tryna battle back
david robinson, they call mе, “add more apple jacks”
i’ma tryna bin laden, slidin’ with thе taliban
they like, “what you smoking on?” oh, just the dallas mav’s
and the list, think it’s rigged how they graphed the stats
lil’ b_tch sn_tched my soul, so i sn_tched hers back
rollie with the sh_tty face, not a dab of ranch
you better not touch my coffee cup, sh_t, i act like gramps
why this deuce of stilpane tryna act like xans?
i’m a young sack_runner, you know gramz my mans
i’ll fl!ck a couple pics, i can’t ham my fans
oh, you want some beef? we’ll serve it to you like i’m sam i am
trx so fast, fine sh_t done grabbed my hand
i ain’t at the bank to look cool, i just sn_tched nine bands
militia out in traffic zooming, we just sn_tched five lamb’s
i told you that i got a baby momma, b_tch, don’t grab my pants
b_tch, unhand my drawls
riding with a long ‘k, sound like a dragunov
that lil’ b_tch p_ssy on fire, you seen dragons talk?
[he’ll cook horrendous?] unky in here making dragons walk
f_ck a bag, i’ll drag the mall
i’ll fl!ck the b_tton on and cut the traction off
don’t you dare call me a worker, i’ll smack yo’ boss
cartier buffs white as f_ck like [asher roth?]
she almost stayed a head shot, but i cannon balled
stuffed her with a condom, and we stuffed it with a bag of raw
all she did was read the first word and ripped my jacket off
probably was my trigger fingers if it’s hands involved
it’ll probably make a cool rack you sell yo’ catalog
when i pull these diamonds out, just watch them jabba walk
i can’t save you from that deep end, david hasselhoff
grab the penthouse, i been mastered lofts
when we yank the tracker out, you can’t track the hawk
he thought he got some cocaina, that’s a bag of salt
gotta remodel the hardwood floors, i just stashed the vault
who the f_ck told you—? yeah, you must’ve had some nah
we the type to k!ll him on the court if he don’t pass the ball
[bridge: babytron & babyfxce e]
sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t miltia, double_7, 7772
sh_ttyboyz (yeah), dog sh_t miltia
long live $cam, r.i.p. chris (m_block), t_double_h_l sh_t you hip, skip? (aight) you know the script (aight, huh), nyah

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
fxce was f_cked up as a kid, bruh, he ain’t have it all
she ain’t answer when i went to jail, b_tch, i ain’t have to call
just passed this b_tch to bro cause he ain’t have a ball
so much money, i put it side to side, bro, you can’t stack it tall
’cause this gon’ fallin’ if i do
girl’s tripping after she get it tighter, can’t call that b_tch my boo
i’m p_ssed, we just broke up after i bought her ass some shoes
and not no j’s either, i got them pink bottega dudes

- babytron babyfxce e

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