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letra de doordash - babytron & stanwill

[intro: krispylife kidd]
jose the plug
krispylife

[verse 1: almighty suspect]
twenty-seven in the .30, that b-tch won’t jam
dawg blew his whole edd, n-gga, get yo mans
you got them petty-ass chains, should’ve spent more bands
i’ma diss that lil’ b-tch, she ain’t fit my plan
moncler coat, give a f-ck if it’s sunny out
ho said i’m broke, b-tch, where? pull the money out
bought four pints, put ’em up, n-gga, f-ck a drought
do this sh-t for the bands, n-gga, f-ck some clout

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
keep the car running, i’m going in and coming out
she about to hit this b-tton then i’m up another thousand
you better off fighting, don’t n0body shoot up houses
strong n-ggas get left red, larry the lobster
that b-tch shoot nine bullets, that ain’t no chopper
in a n-gga’s bushes, hе thought he seen a chupacabra
on a loose-ass day i got on prada
on another loosе-ass day i count up twenty thousand

[verse 3: babytron]
woke up high as h-ll, eggos with the wockhardt
like, sh-t, it might’ve been the runtz and the pop-tarts
dunking with the glock like drexler, you cannot guard
i’m a rock star, f-cking hoes like a pop star
man, why these b-tches call me “thrustin bieber”?
best dressed back in high school, i could’ve f-cked the teacher
dawg was talking crazy, now it’s f-cking maggots underneath him
running scams up fast as h-ll like a f-cking cheetah
[verse 4: stanwill]
thousand dollar shoes so i step like a jabberwocky
broke a shin running to the bag, boy, yo ass be walking
scam genie [?] know her ass was salty
dropped in and out of my tech, had to cash a joggy
i think tron finna cash a audi
spice man, call me “captain crunch”, my ass be talking
think i’m stuck to it, boy, you can’t the bag from off me
i could never work a nine-to-five, boy, my ass be frauding

[verse 5: almighty suspect]
drop pants, sliding up like instagram
every time i drop a song it’s insta bands
opps slide on my block, we flip them vans
i turned ten to a twenty, i flip my bands
whole gang up thirty, pandemic where?
talking way too crazy, man, this sh-t ain’t fair
if my shoes get a crease, get another pair
one n-gga touch me [?] n-gga there

[verse 6: babytron]
my ex b-tch f-cking on an opp, with her poor ass
uncy bring that food to your porch like he’s doordash
you cannot be the plug if the court asks
h-llcat, wide body, b-tch, watch me floor dash
ice boogers on my nose, uncy cooking on a stove
we done shook the f-cking floor, we’ll whoop him, on the folks
i’ll put it on my bros, i’ll put it on my soul
back shots have her tapping like she looking for the ropes
[verse 7: stanwill]
huh, brodie got the za backing up like he too close
nah, we don’t tweet about the opps, b-tch, we shoot those
d-mn, i was sprinting to the bag and broke two toes
201s, fire card slam like [?]
how the f-ck you ain’t sucking d-ck? b-tch, you too grown
last b-tch sick, how the h-ll? b-tch, move on
i could flex like i’m terry crews but i ain’t too strong
punches got me banned from every app, i need a new phone

[verse 8: krispylife kidd]
definitely not about to kiss yo ass, baby, move on
aye, put a hole in that n-gga if he move wrong
i’m just tryna eat until the food gone
i just spelled something out, i did it in a few songs
i’m a motherf-cking [?]
i was shooting guns before i ever developed the jumper
bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper
can tell that sh-t you rap cap, i don’t know who thought it wasn’t
rapper really living? this a dime a dozen
i rap about my real life, i don’t find it funny
b-tch, find something to do or find some money
went to school with n-ggas like you, you are not on nothing

[outro: krispylife kidd]
krispylife
almighty, b-tch
sh-ttyboyz
yeah, okay

- babytron stanwill

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