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babytron - mr. hanky lyrics
[intro]
(rizzy got the heat)
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)
[chorus]
heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
double a twelve, pull up, turned his block into five guys
i got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dye
real life sp_ceships, we ain’t living sci_fi
i can tell she wanna f_ck, doing all that side_eyeing
[verse]
you try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon’ die trying
off an oxy’ hitting stains, b_tch, i feel like billy mays
million dollar game, yeah, i’m the king, i’m in my gilly phase
i’m the sh_t like mr. hanky
shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky
hanging out the window if it’s issues, i ain’t going on a rant
two grams short of half in the slabs, za morant
scratching opps off the list, that sh_t like stomping ants
should’ve knew the brick was fake, sh_t ain’t even got a stamp
mountain dew on lava lamp, if he hide, ain’t gotta camp
number one contender, put me in the ring, i’ll drop the champ
lil’ brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten
one ho getting boring, told that b_tch bring a friend
serenede jeans stack, these are not no rtas
f_ck a arp, i pull up, clear the scene with rpk
this life sh_t up and down, kinda like a seesaw
aston martin with the horses, pull off in a yee_haw
throw yo album in the dumpster, that sh_t sounded weak sauce
every card of the deck, i can’t take no weeks off
every day of the calendar
i’m picking up what you put down like i got scavenger
i ain’t got no shame in my game, frank gallagher
why they count me out? i shocked the world, supreme chancellor
hunnid in the clip, twenty_five each ’cause he riding around with three passengers
sh_t, rip them
put a band on his head like he big ben
could’ve put a hunnid on him, shooter owe me though
him duncan, face card hot, san antonio
jerome bettis, what you go and get that rollie for?
doggy barely stepping, what the f_ck you got, some polio?
toronto shows sold out, we look like ovo
loubies, they don’t rodeo, cut it with the bullsh_t
i ain’t even have to aim with this full clip
drop a fifty on this sh_t like the new lucki
cut the traction, this b_tch spinning like a dune buggy
high as h_ll, my juice muddy
2017, the scam page was catching imbeciles
all the hate you doing, try to meet me at the pinnacle
the baddest kid in school, now i got more pape’ than my princ_p_l
(sh_ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, you know what the f_ck going on)
[chorus]
heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
double a twelve, pull up, turned his block into five guys
i got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dye
real life sp_ceships, we ain’t living sci_fi
i can tell she wanna f_ck, doing all that side_eyeing
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