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babytron – coney island كلمات اغاني

[intro: babytron & los]
ayy
sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia
long live $cams
daisy lane records sh_t, n_gga
you know?
yeah
if it ain’t no—
p_ssy_ass n_ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em

[verse 1: babytron & los]
if it ain’t no drank in my cupholder, i’ma get some road rage
wu_tang, i’m the method man, my k!ller ghostface (uh_huh)
tryna say my vows to the pape’, i think we soulmates (uh_huh)
if they order beef, bet we deliver it like postmates (yeah)
out in china, fl!ckin’ people off with my pinky ring
come and get the cuffs up off your b_tch, she into kinky things (f_ck that b_tch)
ayy, tell a b_tch to leave me be
why you rollin’ reggie? might as well’ve grabbed some cbd

[verse 2: wb nutty]
i been tryna keep it all rap, but i’m for the streets
babytron, tell your white friends come and shop with me
i been payin’ fourteen, but gettin’ twenty_eight apiece
make a song about some sales, n_ggas better mention me
know how i play it, i go get it, i don’t wait around (at all)
i’m sendin’ ‘bows to her crib, playin’ “pound town”
airport, no luggage, pick up fifty thou’
bag gone ‘fore it touch, ain’t no sittin’ ’round, n_gga
get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up
get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up
[verse 3: los & bandgang javar]
yeah, ayy
n_gga, get your rank up, switch states, then change up
i got married to that bag, no, we can’t break up
they say two hundred thou’ cash, i say, “that sh_t ain’t enough”
you would think i signed to bando ’cause i got dog sh_t straight from the lab
i let my mans use my plug and ain’t ask for no money back
n_ggas braggin’ ’bout a dime, the type of sh_t that make me laugh
tell a b_tch i’m pressed for time, tryna cut a brick in half
i’m talkin’ thousand times two_fifty, n_ggas stuck on instagram
you would think i signed to bando ’cause i got dog sh_t straight from the lab (straight from the lab, p_ssy ass, uh_huh)
no cap
(signed to bando ’cause i got dog sh_t straight from the lab)
bandgang
yeah
p_ssy_ass n_ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em, yeah

[verse 4: bandgang javar]
i come from a long line of real n_ggas
pops had a long line of fiends, he was drug dealin’
it’s only right i copped the foreign off dealin’
old heads peekin’ out they blinds like, “paris’ son trippin'”
free my n_gga poody, feds gave him ten for sellin’ ____
but he up two million cash, if i was him, i wouldn’t stress
seen unc’ with so many babies, i should call cps
if you need one, i’ll throw my tax on it, shoot a text
i treat my b_tch so good, god blessed me with another one
they know they ain’t gotta pay no bills if i cum in ’em
you know them ‘bows your favorite uncle sell? i be frontin ’em
and he a ham, pay fifty_five for every one of ’em
[verse 5: ak bandamont]
these ’bout twenty glocks, got twenty fifty_round drums for every one of them
i got a hundred thots, i’ll call a b_tch when i need her, i’m puttin’ drugs in them
they caught him at the club, they sent a bunch at him, now it’s gettin’ ugly
b_tch, i’m with a lot of apes like jungle gyms, we all gettin’ money (skrrt)
and b_tch, i slap onions, no hat, the drac’ crack m_ffin
every month, i bet i crack a hundred, b_tch, i’m pac without the tatted stomach
i forgot his name, they whacked buddy, dope cases came from crack money
like deezy, i get fast money, one call, i got a bag comin’
this one n_gga got a bag on him, he dead, they on your ass, youngin
i know you heard about your last cousin, he trap, we get him whacked hustlin’
this b_tch just want her back busted, she call and she don’t ask nothin’
a dog before, i had nothin’, do fraud and got a trap jumpin’

[verse 6: glockboyz teejaee]
back to the hood, we pull up tinted_out, they know it’s me
them extras hangin’ out the clip, b_tch, i’m like thirty deep
ain’t tryna beef over the ‘net, just meet me in the streets
i’ll up the glock and bang this b_tch just like a jose beat and throw my piece
yeah, two phones, they both ringin’, this that money callin’
my dog playin’ every game, his nickname spalding
you out here losin’ every day, you need to change your partners
this b_tch cute and she’ll shoot, she like candace parker
n_gga, i still be in the trenches, i got bros who think i made it (they think i made it)
really active, i still’ll slide like i ain’t famous (like i ain’t famous)
speak on me, my dog gon’ pull up, tap your head, i ain’t gotta pay him (ain’t gotta pay him nothin’)
come watch me play, i hoop like kobe, i’m the greatest, n_gga
[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
you a b_tch, i’m judgin’ by your rollie size (36)
pop, pop to your brain, yeah, it’s coney time
flint n_gga, stuffin’ hoes with packs stromboli_sized
i’m rich, any n_gga on this song could call to hold a dime (i got you)
gucci windbreaker, this b_tch’ll keep me warm as h_ll
‘specially when i’m trappin’ fifty sale after fifty sale
i gotta pause and get some fresh air, i can’t do the smell
you a ho, they pull you out the car, you tell before you hit the jail (rat)
huh, skydweller got my wrist chunky
the bezel got baguettes in it, that’s why you see my wrist bumpy (bling)
i’m in the club with an attitude with a bottle tryna fifth somethin’
i’m really fake drunk, i’m just on tip, i ain’t sip nothin’

[verse 8: nuk]
five hundred in this cup, n_gga, you can’t get a sip of sh_t
brodie wanna rob him, told him, “clean that boy like mister pip”
off dog food, made dallas money, d_mn near think i’m dennis smith
this sh_t rappers’ coney island, tell my robbers get his kit
i see n_ggas sweet as h_ll, i call my wolves, they partaking
all my boy sales, i got more bags in than marc jacobs
bro a soul taker, he the one that’s gon’ go chase the dead
i just got another brick like “pound town,” no s_xyy red
the feds hit the crib for a second time, ain’t found nothin’
when i want a brick, i call a plug and press the pound b_tton
like, order here, them b_tches comin’ off the pier
last n_gga i knew with the bricks, they gave him forty years

[outro: babytron]
pull up to the spot, we servin’ everything like coney island
i just poured a trey, it made me go to sleep, i’m obie trice_ing
brodie sn_tched an opp watch, he gotta get his rollie tightened
mental of a mamba, i ain’t snake, i think like kobe bryant

- babytron

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