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babytron - sb4l lyrics
[intro]
sh_t, that’s a danny g beat
xclusive made this
[verse]
i hope y’all really on that ’cause we on that
you better use yo head ‘fore we put it where the floor at
feel like santa claus dragging bags, where the hoes at?
i’m a scammer, dawg, i do fraud, you should know that
thirty ball on me f_cking up the way i walk
puff this, puff that, f_cking up the way i talk
yeah, yo b_tch kinda cute but once i f_ck her, get her off
how they life get real when i start f_cking with the fraud?
she ask for my name, i told her tron [?]
b_tch said she real like, yeah, b_tch, real hit
you gotta be a handicap f_cker, you don’t feel this
bro ain’t touch [?] and he’ll still blitz
i don’t really like to fight with [?] the bl!cky on me does
looking like [?] i could up a fifty or a dub
you’re returning [?] i’m out of town getting in the tub
i ain’t wanna rap but [?] is really i’m the one
backwoods, crack juggs, my baddest b_tch act good
ar got a frying pan attached ’cause yo ass cooked
throw a hook? i wish yo ass would
what i spent on the kicks, i could’ve bought a d_mn foot
sb, man, this sh_t forever like life and death
she think i like her neck, real life, ain’t got time for s_x
2021, i’m touching down in a private jet
2021, the lake house with the private deck
2022, pacific time in a submarine
looking in the mirror like he look like the plug to me
i don’t chase chicks, my old hoes always come to me
and stop thinking that you my b_tch ’cause you f_cking me
hoes lined up, give it up, boy, yo time’s up
fancy than a b_tch, sipping wocky out a wine cup
y’all talk about my bangs, whole time y’all [?] ain’t lined up
slam a b_tch like i’m roman reigns and f_ck her spine up
dunking red in a cup, i’m feeling like a pelican
i’ma [?] her out the crib if she yell again
louboutins all white, red bottoms, peppermint
i think it’s f_cking glue on my hands, the bag, i’m catching it
caught five thousand dollars, not playing jackpot
steak five ounces, hundred dollars, ain’t no black rock
if you be real quiet in the trap, you’ll hear the crack pot
i don’t wanna see no ass, i just want some lamb chops
stone island on, i’m walking ’round this b_tch like geodude
toss the bin up to dee, boy, that’s a visa_oop
known to shoot the bag out but i can greek freak it too
think i got a problem, spent thirty on adidas shoes
huh, sh_t, and the pants
time is money, b_tch, so i need paper in advance
closet like j_pan [?] designer pants
slide a hundred giffies then i do my swiper dance
[outro]
i hope y’all really on that ’cause we on that
you better use yo head ‘fore we put it where the floor at
feel like santa claus dragging bags, where the hoes at?
i’m a scammer, dawg, i do fraud, you should know that
thirty ball on me f_cking up the way i walk
puff this, puff that, f_cking up the way i talk
yeah, yo b_tch kinda cute but once i f_ck her, get her off
how they life get real when i start f_cking with the fraud?
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