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babytron - caveman كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(getta beats)

[verse]
i think i’m a caveman, i pulled up on a t_rex
show that steerin’ wheel off, it’s a sleeve check
try that punch out, boy, it’s a ping check
put that pint in the freezer, it’s a lean check
mind of a maniac, i woke up shootin’ at my shadow
robbers already ready, they ain’t lootin’ for no ammo
think it’s call of duty, pull a boozy in commando
calrizzian, i’m in the ship, zoomin’ like i’m lando
cali’ in byron, my lawyer, yeah, he jewish
megatron, touchdown, h_ll yeah, she threw it
i ain’t babychief’, but h_ll yeah, we do it
bro don’t pop perc’ tens, like, h_ll yeah, he chewin’
all the bape in the closet made a monkey like i’m stewie
b_tch, you got a funky b_tt, funky breath, funky coochie
what the f_ck goin’ on? i think someone laced my shrooms
i got paid granny age and she old as sh_t
the walk_in a cry baby, you be throwin’ fits
throwin’ dubs in they face, nah, shows my sh_t
lock in, how you ain’t got no goals to hit?
huh, i just wanna band and some more
i just wanna trend, that’s the goal
ordinary civilian, i need my ski’ on
h_ll yeah, i skip arm day, but my weed strong
powerpuff, sb’s, i’m professor utonium
can’t believe nowadays, they be flexin’ zirconian
cactus jack t on in the next hit, utopia
all this gun smoke and zotti, cannot hand me an opiate
boy, she a six at the best, don’t gas your girl
the fiends fallin’ off the needle like astro world
lil’ mama on vs, she’ll pass on pearis
swervin’ urus trucks, b_tch, watch the lambo twirl
i wouldn’t gamble with your life, this ain’t draftkings
why you go to fanduel with your last cheese?
k!llin’ black chrome heart like i’m batwing
when you see jimmy on the road, ain’t degrassi
hit him with that drac’, watch him disappear like gatsby
blunt full of m_ffins, you would think it’s from the pantry
we be all through lil’ ypsi just like ramsay
he ain’t never live up to the hype, marcus camby
ain’t no pen, ain’t no pad, just some brainpower
drummin’ gang, hit the club, make it rain shower
when i did go to school, scam was eighth hour
first ones here, i guess that make the whip the mayflower
we just three deep, me, james, and mayfield
why you got a vest on? i hope you got a brain shield
high as h_ll, she like, “boy, the signs ain’t you”
if everything else fails, just remain real
kitchen full of blue jays, vlad guerrero
i told lando, “drive vetty or the stabbed camaro”
so much white in the spot, look like cracker barrel
i never even seen nev, it’s just mcnamara
i told neph’ shoot his gun and stop actin’ scary
you ain’t even got a ring, why you actin’ merry?
the glock got thirty_one in it, january
gelato everything, what you need, apple, cherry?
every time you go and perform, the club’s dead
they know i got the ups in this hawk, spud whip
jeans loaded like a order out of spud headz
tool on me, state troop trailin’, that’s a gut wrench
this b_tch got everything but rent
all the back_up crib, that’s some buckhead
i might pull a ynw on you, what is trust, friend?
i’ma call her beavis, i donʼt get nothinʼ but head
[outro]
nyeh, heh

- babytron

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