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lando bando, babytron & prince jefe – vibranium كلمات اغاني

[intro: babytron]
live from the lab
what’s the f_cking deal, bando? you know what the f_ck goin’ on
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
(danny g on the beat)
(it’s lando, your b_tch know, don’t let your b_tch go, n_gga)

[verse 1: babytron]
lookin’ for some—, i ended up on daisy lane
took a razor, left the blade bald_headed, lady jane
would’ve thought his pistol modded, brodie got some crazy aim
why you out here tryna merge in mine? it’s like eighty lanes
more water on my neck than the aquarium
two chops, kane and undertaker, finna bury ’em
put the scams down, i thought i’d marry ’em
sks, shoot it from my chest, shawn marion
off the juice spittin’ flames, call the fire station
they was deep sleepin’ on me like a hibernation
now they know babytron through the entire nation
back_to_back v10s, we in some vipers racin’
get a chance and take it
fly as h_ll, but i’m finna try and land the sp_ceship
sh_t, i’m hangin’ with some aliens
play with us and knock the thoughts out his cranium

[verse 2: j1hunnit]
green tip bullet can penetrate through vibranium
you can tell i push weight, my chest jigglin’ like dame and them
put the squeeze on a kid, he think his b_lls are titanium
i walked in with two hoes on me like pinky
i can spot a wh0re quick, her weave look crinkly
she did a thousand d_cks in her time like pinky
i told her get her bag up some more and she can link me
i like hoes that got a lot to bring to the table
i been lookin’ for a stallion i can bring to the stable
i don’t sell dreams, i ain’t good at tellin’ fables
i can promise you i bring the bacon home if i’m able
[verse 3: prince jefe & ghetto baby boom]
spin, tear your block up
if the police get behind this car, still won’t stop nothin’
my young n_ggas don’t wanna look for jobs, we just go opp huntin’
foreigns on the block like it’s prom, but this ain’t ’bout nothin’
in the field, i’m route runnin’
say my name, them shots comin’
i ain’t gotta reach, send a freak to get the drop for me
drac’ under the seat, not the trunk, ain’t gotta pop nothin’ (don’t worry ’bout it)
n_ggas like to tweet like they me, never drop nothin’ (yeah)

[verse 4: ghetto baby boom]
clumsy_ass n_gga left his mama tryna run (look at him)
only thing you ever dropped, p_ssy n_gga, was a gun (lame_ass n_gga)
they like, “ghetto baby, you a pit, how the f_ck you link with them?” (okay)
uh_huh, you ain’t heard? n_gga, i be in the ‘burbs
soon as you catch an opp, just throw the alley_hoop, b_tch, give me word (tellin’ you)
that’s his mama crib? don’t give a f_ck, she better go to church
i’m tellin’ you, them bullets penetrate through you, them b_tches hurt (i’m tellin’ you)
you ain’t tryna get no money, you better go to work (better do)
real street n_gga, i’ll trap this b_tch out to the first
soon as they thought this sh_t was over, came back, yop, made it worse
n_ggas thought this sh_t was over, told them n_ggas, yop, i told ’em
mhm, n_gga, real soldier

[outro]
(ooh, sh_t, what the f_ck, daniel?)

- lando bando babytron prince jefe

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