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babytron - elite 8 lyrics
[intro]
(damjonboi)
[verse 1: prince jefe]
pocket full of nipseys, but i’m seein’ red
i’m sendin’ chickens on the road, hope i don’t see the feds
can get a quarter ticket out this sh_t, it’s all ’bout how you play it
caught him at the red light, rocked his ass to bed
it’s a celebration, we just boxed him in
you get a location, i might let you in
[verse 2: stanwill]
say they with you from the start, they switchin’ in the end
you a shrimp, my n_ggas sharks, i’m swimmin’ with the fin
big fn on my waist got my posture funny
cut into her like a surgeon, i got doctor money
all that muggin’ like you tough’ll get you popped for nothin’
skinny, but i’m jorgen von strangle when i rock the buffies
[verse 3: lom rudy]
when it comе to mixin’, i’m a wizard like i’m brad beal
big bag, get thе quickest loan like i’m dan gil’
i done sold a lot of pills, not no advils
all my boys sh_ttin’ on these n_ggas like i’m stanwill
i got on supreme, not the one 50 beefin’ with
sometimes, i think my brother blind ’cause he keep a stick
[verse 4: fordio]
sh_t, i been clearin’ cards, tearin’ pops off of medication
i already said i’m high as h_ll, don’t ask for my location
i done f_cked around and mixed drank with the shrooms, now i’m seein’ faces
they tried to hit us with controlled substance, i’ma flee the state then
sh_t, i treat a tuck like some air force 1s and just replace ’em
i’ma treat the b_tch like my muddy cup, don’t do no savin’
[verse 5: j1hunnit]
it’s new fish in, when it dock, i got some clams to shuck
i got a lot of grind, but i could’ve been a lazy f_ck
i’m swimmin’ waist_deep in the money like scrooge mcduck
my b_tch see me doin’ rap shows, she want her tummy tucked
it’s ice on me off the puck, late night, servin’ clucks
i feel like my nasal stuffed, i’m healin’ with a cup of muck
[verse 6: trdee]
on my d_ck just like my b_lls, this b_tch can’t let me go
i don’t sip, but sh_t, for $cams, i might just pour a four
she told me they can’t f_ck with me like i ain’t ready know
never know who plottin’ on you, gotta watch your bro
watch an opp page ’cause he tryna get the drop
dsm the gang, we gon’ make it to the top
[verse 7: babytron]
if my shooter get up close, he score, that boy a force like giannis
know the ins and outs of this b_tch mouth, i’m like an orthodontist
i just passed up your annual income off of four deposits
brain stuck up on a billion, i don’t think poor an option
post anxiety off the boomies, body full of psilocybin
i don’t think he like me ’bout that b_tch, i had her pillow bitin’
[verse 8: ghetto baby boom]
i don’t talk to n_ggas, i don’t like ’em, i don’t want ’em ’round me
real ghetto street n_gga, don’t ask about me, come and find me
told tron i’m shootin’ to the jam, they try to get onside us
lil’ b_tch tweakin’ off an e, she thought she took a roxy
told that b_tch to drink some water, told that b_tch don’t worry ’bout it
my heart cold, i can’t even hear you like i’m in the mountains
when they thought this sh_t was over, came back like, “don’t worry ’bout it”
thinkin’ ’bout the old times gon’ make me go and catch a body
i don’t give a f_ck who he is, he ain’t with me slidin’
if he can’t show his psi, then he shouldn’t be outside
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