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babytron - shit-head كلمات أغنية

[verse]
(getta beats)
she a shakey b_tt on finsta but an angel on her main page (rap b_tch)
you better put a plus in front that, everything i’m doin’ a_grade
why you screamin’, “free him”? you ain’t even load his j_pack
can you please change your outfit for today’s sake?
bae playin’ middle, bust down, face plain jane
double r came with an umbrella, this the rain wraith
bottle return bandit, dog tryna scr_pe chain
dog$hitmilitia, whole gang, we some great danes
my lil’ yeah from wayne state, yeah, her brain great
how the f_ck i’m tryna chase dreams? tryna stay awake
she gon’ throw a fit if i don’t f_ck her in the dressing room
ain’t no winning every series, i might take a l or two
caught him in the club, we had some better bottles, better boot
all i know is tell the truth, i hit ahk to sell my fruit
and for my kid on the way, i do this sh_t for you
your mom’ll lace sh_t, i sure know how to pick and choose
all he do is play the middle, i’ma call him interlude
glock fanatic, got more 30s than a script of blues
i’ma kiss the pint, have ’em thinkin’, “go and get a room”
mario, luigi, me and lil’ cudi split a shroom
feelings bottled up and i’d be d_mned if i spilled my juice
dude wasn’t even usin’, heard he got k!lled by fumes
he gon’ see me turn twenty_five, gon’ get k!lled by june
drop a diss, 1:59, gon’ get k!lled by 2
dsm militant, be d_mned i let him k!ll my troop
the habits that you got, you gon’ get k!lled by you
that’s the good voice in my head
the bad one’s feelin’ dead, all i see is red
rather knock him out than stomp him out, b_tch, i’m a sneakerhead
my ho the rudest out the group, it ain’t no meaner friend
just pointless, everything my teacher said
how you on some fine sh_t? can’t even keep her fed, yeah
i know $cam lookin’ down with a big smile
this for you, puritan up to 6 mile
experimentin’ in the lab, this a tris vibe
seven figures worth of mp3s, these some rich files
tell a b_tch to kick rocks while she got on crocs
and i hope her bum ass forget to put on socks
okay, i know you see i’m shai with the pull_up shots
thinkinʼ we gonʼ pull up, box, we gonʼ pull up, pop
boy, what’s in your pockets? that ain’t even what i put in pop
lil fuzz in culinary school but still’ll a cook a opp
why the f_ck did they ever think the juggin’ stopped?
i’il scam your lil’ brother, i’ll jug yo’ pops
i’il jug yo’ best friend, i’ll jug yo’ opps
we gon’ just do it all june but it’s a jugg july
hutch hit him with a snotball, carti’s booger fire
feds caught him tryna punch, i guess he had a rookie right
i guess he lives the rookie life
b_tch movin’ too loose, it ain’t no way that p_ssy tight
scope on the chop, can see from mgm to motor city
the za man put up stank and keep some odors with him
the way i got it out the mud, you’d think it’s ogres with me
why you braggin’ ’bout that lil’ pape? ain’t you ‘posed to get it?
whole time, realistically, that ain’t close to chicken
pourin’ all that yellow up, you gon’ turn to homer simpson
all it take is one call and lil’ sis chokin’ b_tches
been touched a million, like currently the goal’s a billion
[outro]
huh, ooh, aye, aye, aye, sbdsm
lil’ stupid f_ck
sh_thead
mmm
y’all must’ve forgot

- babytron

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