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babytron & t bone – boondocks كلمات اغاني

[intro: babytron]
ayy, ayy, ayy, b_tch

[verse 1: babytron]
i’m in the boondocks, ridin’ ’round with two chops
eighth of shrooms in the scat, that’s a boom box
f_ck them two chops, i got two glocks with two thots
how we finna play it? i got three pints and two pops
how the f_ck this finna go? it’s one burner, two pots
you and your mans, do the math, boy, that’s two cops
collateral, we let off one bullet, hit two tops
we ain’t aimin’ at your arm, you think these flu shots?
no nut november, so i’m overdoin’ it october
babytron been hip since he was scootin’ in a stroller
cuddy aka an earthquake, just moved another boulder
rat_tat_tat_tat_tat, i seen your name up in another folder

[verse 2: t bone]
the b_tch said i love her funny ’cause i never told her
that sh_t even funnier, ’cause i don’t еven know her
f_ck it, you might as well givе the gang coochie
’cause you the one in this b_tch actin’ like a groupie
lookin’ for a jt with my lil’ uzi
she said she only at the party for to shake her booty
jumpin’ out in gucci, truck on the ruccis
leave a n_gga gang runnin’, screamin’ out, “they shootin'”
your sh_t was boring from the start, get to the conclusion
if the boys get behind me, i’m fleein’ into luding’
walk around with blues on me like i got bruises
the b_tch asked me was i lyin’, i am not lucious
[verse 3: babytron]
go and get a glock, doofus, we’ll leave the block roarin’
you would think the drac’ came with a whoopee cushion
you would think the drac’ came with a whoopee cushion, it won’t stop pootin’
you can’t stop losin’, your b_tch, she can’t stop droolin’
can you please stop talkin’ ’bout some sh_t you not doin’?
shooter in the booth, he finna make some tap_a_top music

[verse 4: t bone]
this that sh_t you bob your head, shootin’, while you catch an opp to it
b_tch, what the f_ck? i’m ’bout to nut, i told you stop movin’
your first plan ain’t work, take a plan b
at the bottom of her bikini, she got cheeks like she sandy
drill turned him to some runtz, you ain’t never smoked this sh_t here
h_ll nah, you can’t hit my blunt

[verse 5: babytron]
put him in the trunk
i ain’t even wanna f_ck the b_tch, you put it in her b_tt
i’ma call you freaky freaky freaky freddy
really jimmy, that was tron, but the b_tch just think she met me
really been left the ho, but this lil’ b_tch just think she left me

[verse 6: t bone]
i’ll have unky snipe a n_gga like he wesley
even if your name was johnny, you wouldn’t test me
i’ll do a n_gga lethal with my new weapon
new money mean new blessings
[verse 7: babytron]
tryna think what you gon’ lie about, you in the booth sweatin’
you in the stu’ stressin, unky take a blue, press it
hundred_plus pairs, got a european shoe fetish
sh_t, i’m drivin’ too reckless, i’ma need ’bout two seconds, two_liter dirty
that’s a ’98 you ride around in, that two_seater dirty
couldn’t bust this nut if i was born to score, like, thanks to perky
why your b_tch just ask me for a kiss? i gave your bae a hershey
what, we finna start a quick match? you always changin’ jerseys
chain, chain, chain, chain, chains, these b_tches gettin’ st_rdy
drank, drank, drank, drank, drank, it got my vision blurry

[verse 8: t bone & babytron]
tryna tuck it ‘fore we go inside this club
ayy, gang, can you see the thirty?
knowin’ that they ain’t gon’ search me
your b_tch actin’ flirty, sprite look like kirby
all this b_tch do is gobble, she my lil’ turkey
i just bought a new jersey out in new jersey
i can trust my n_gga james, ’cause that n_gga worthy
n_gga, you a lame, i can see you down at the bus stop up on my plane
don’t want the audemars bust, i’ma get it plain
this b_tch must be from new york how she let these n_ggas run trains
try to sn_tch my n_gga chain, i’ma sn_tch your brain
four of stily, me and max just matched some ‘pane
how ironic, i’m sippin’ purple, ridin’ in the rain
[outro]
n_gga, what you want?
i want you over my house, cuttin’ my grass like you supposed to be
well, too bad for you, ’cause i just took another job
and even though they don’t pay hardly nothin’, workin’ for white folks look way better on my résumé
d_mnit, this is the fourth week in a row you’ve cancelled on me, the yard looks like a jungle
well, chim_chim, you three vine_swingers should feel right at home
i’ll be there when the white man don’t need me no more
now, let this be yet another reminder
that no matter how much money you got, you still just a n_gga

- babytron t bone

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