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letra de check ups - babydrill

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[intro: rob49]
(whatitdoflip)
yeah

[chorus: babydrill]
murder man, murder man, i’ve been talkin’ to the devil
step on sh-t and get ’em gone, now who the f-ck gon’ come and help you?
these n-ggas be b-tch-made, claimin’ they just active like they some steppers
huh, rich shooter, christian dior when i’m steppin’, b-tch, go get your rep up
he bought a vest, lil’ buddy dumb as h-ll, like i just don’t shoot neck up
drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh-t far from checkups
suburban my block, ride ’round with a glock, hot sh-t, can’t wait to catch ’em
oh, he too bad, he think hе steppin’, he just met thе devil

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
uh, i’m in that ‘iami in the c8, n-gga, we don’t use berettas, we some soul catchers
in my city, if the smoke real, better have that b-tch on you if you taking your mama to breakfast
murder rate risin’ in my city, n-gga, if i point my finger, the foxes’ll catch you
i got that sh-t on me in traffic with twenty-two thousand, a glock, and a f-ckin’ beretta (b-tch)
the cadillac truck came with pipes, call this b-tch a ‘lac-hawk slash f-ckin’ catcher
it give me trackhawk vibes, body jerk back and forth as i tap the pedal
know you seen all that sh-t bagg gave me in january, spent that sh-t in january
you ask my city, don’t play fatt fox with that cheese, he’ll get you sent to the cemetery

[chorus: babydrill]
murder man, murder man, i’ve been talkin’ to the devil
step on sh-t and get ’em gone, now who the f-ck gon’ come and help you?
these n-ggas be b-tch-made, claimin’ they just active like they some steppers
huh, rich shooter, christian dior when i’m steppin’, b-tch, go get your rep up
he bought a vest, lil’ buddy dumb as h-ll, like i just don’t shoot neck up
drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh-t far from checkups
suburban my block, ride ’round with a glock, hot sh-t, can’t wait to catch ’em
oh, he too bad, he think he steppin’, he just met the devil
[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, i’m in a bulletproof truck right now, still paranoid like they come through cars
i seen a lot of f-ck n-ggas get that chalk, get k!lled or go stop that wh0re
fed trippin’, they done did some sweeps in the hood, no cap, i’m still comin’ (yeah)
whoopty-whoop, he just put a fifty on a n-gga’s top, that’s real money
big vm, real headhunter, slap the sh-t out a n-gga, real street pummel
gotta watch what i say on this song ’cause this street sh-t real, these n-ggas just rhyme better (yeah)
when them n-ggas got dropped, n-gga, i ain’t did it (yeah), we ain’t buyin’ no bodies, we buyin’ titties
brodie gon’ shoot an assist, he a real mvp, nickname scott pippen (yeah)
n-gga (n-gga)

[chorus: babydrill]
murder man, murder man, i’ve been talkin’ to the devil
step on sh-t and get ’em gone, now who the f-ck gon’ come and help you?
these n-ggas be b-tch-made, claimin’ they just active like they some steppers
huh, rich shooter, christian dior when i’m steppin’, b-tch, go get your rep up
he bought a vest, lil’ buddy dumb as h-ll, like i just don’t shoot neck up
drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh-t far from checkups
suburban my block, ride ’round with a glock, hot sh-t, can’t wait to catch ’em
oh, he too bad, he think he steppin’, he just met the devil

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