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babytron - waffle house كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: babytron]
if we catch him out of town, gon’ rearrange his rental
speedracin’ in these christian loubies, finna paint the pedal (phew)
pray to god, but when it’s time to send a hit, i gotta pay the devil

[verse 2: prince jefe]
shoot her baby daddy in the mouth, rearrange his dental (pew, pew, pew)
i ain’t got time to sit down, i sit ‘caine in rentals (yeah)
b_tch, just give me the bank card, let’s make it simple (let’s make it simple, stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie—)
sk on stage, used to play the pistol (b_tch)
and my young n_ggas k!ll you if we got an issue (on god)
would’vе did it back then, but i’m thinkin’ bigger (thinkin’ bigger)
kick thе b_tch out the car, she just lit a swisher (ho)
i’m a hall of fame jugger, you a derek fisher (jugg)
used to be the man back then, d_mn, what happened?
[verse 3: beno & drego]
uh, gotta watch out for these n_ggas tryna backstab me
uh, and got the headshot last night, she said, “cash app me”
and my b_tch got a loose dub in her gucci f_nny
and she popped two, off the twenties, she don’t f_ck with xannies
man, i just spent seventeen hundred on a f_ckin’ hoodie
i’ll pull a hundred out, yop, in all twenties
he cap packin’ with the bag, he sellin’ all cookie
if the dope route slow up, i’m sellin’ all whoopi
and i’m on the block sellin’ ‘caine, totin’ fullies
sippin’ champagne, rockin’ rolexes, playin’ with your b_tch p_ssy
feelin’ on me all in the club, gave me a woody
slidin’ down your block in a seventy_deuce cuddy
rim blowin’ kisses, yeah, your b_tch said she love me (right)
you wonder why they call me unky?
uh, ’cause i’m sellin’ all this smack to your favorite auntie
uh, get it in by any means, i love them blue face hundreds
my fiend call, say, “halloween,” when she want some pumpkins (h_llo?)
right

[verse 4: j1hunnit]
one hundred
i’m finna fly to the sunshine state and spend loosely
i was somewhere servin’ california roll, good sushi
bae, there go the pigs, can you put this in your coochie?
i can tell this cop ain’t lettin’ us go home, he look douchey
when the ‘bows touch down, we cause h_ll, lil boosie
brodie gettin’ it off ice like kristi yamaguchi
the work off_white, the same color as renni rucci
drop it in a pot and hit it two times like toosie
[verse 5: trdee]
heard they chillin’ in the house, tell them boys slide
b_tch p_ssy like a h_llcat, i’m tryna joyride
caught dog chillin’ with his mans and they both died
came back ballin’, michael jordan and a four_five
sick i’m really runnin’ through these hoes, not the o_line
glock’ll lift his ass up like a dumbbell
last n_gga tried the same thing, it ain’t go well (it didn’t)
i just touched down in la, i feel like odell (touched down)

[verse 6: rmc mike]
i just caught an opp ass lackin’, n_gga, oh well
i need some purple actavis, f_ck some odell
unky ass at that gas station makin’ blue sell
five thousand dollar gucci jacket with the coattail
got ten b_tches lined in one room, it’s a hotel
i be puttin’ ass to belt, come grab a whoopin’
i’m finna punk a n_gga out, b_tch, i’m ashton kutcher
punch his ass out, i heard the n_gga say, “pass the swisher’
b_tch, i’m up a half a ticket, you can ask my sister
i think we up ten, it’s a blowout
drink a six raw, hit the stage, time to show out
me, babytron, drek, and beno bring the hoes out
palm angel moncler collab when it’s snow out

[verse 7: babyfxce e]
d_mn, it’s too much pop in this cup, pour some more out
i be chillin’, i don’t really like to go out
n_gga asked did i have some weed, i whipped the ‘bow out
a b_tch tried to plug me with her friend, i knocked ’em both down
ridin’ ’round flint in this striker, this b_tch a ghost town
i used to have no money, i’m wearin’ thousand dollar coats now
trx truck in both lanes, you can’t go around
if you ain’t know i was the hardest youngest n_gga out, i bet you know it now
cup so dirty, spilled it in my bed and caught a ringworm
shop slappin’, we done saw more dopeheads than weed firm
b_tch sucked the d_ck for so long, i made her knees burn (stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b_tch hard)
i’ll never do no motherf_ckin’ label, make a fiend work
[verse 8: stanwill]
huh? dog sh_t to my ear, i can’t hear sh_t
all these horses in the whip, i can’t steer this
ice chunk buffalos with the clear tints
if they don’t see us gettin’ pape’, then them b_tches blind
whole lot of lab sh_t, watch the pendant shine
swimmin’ in that deep end, keep a fishin’ rod
amg 550 with your b_tch inside

[verse 9: babytron]
got a case of the— and some ‘bows, lookin’ like i’m servin’
i just cut into this b_tch so deep, i’m lookin’ like a surgeon
d_ckies supreme collab, lookin’ like i’m workin’
outer sp_ce off— i ain’t really feelin’ like an earthling (yoom)
swing the mclaren, catch me hoppin’ out
if it ain’t about a dollar, it ain’t sh_t to squabble ’bout
three_seven of guava gelato, i got some cotton mouth
every time i located the bag, i went and got in route
it’s the mud i got it out
sippin’ oz by the case like, sh_t, it’s not a drought
cuddy, he gon’ knock him out, so tell your mans to watch his mouth
blowed as h_ll, i’m the type to order pancakes when i’m walkin’ in the waffle house (skrrt)

[outro: babytron]
b_tch, sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia, you know what the f_ck goin’ on

- babytron

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