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letra de 2-man - babytron & vonoff1700

[intro: babytron]
ayy, sh-ttyboyz, dog$hit militia
long live $cam, r.i.p. chris
you hear him skippin’, huh

[verse 1: babytron]
ayy, i’m with the catch-a-hat crew, you gotta hear the fitted
i’m quick to pimp a soda, you would think the kid xzibit
hoppin’ d-ck to d-ck, you gotta know these b-tches ribbit (haha)
i hope you don’t think we got b-ttas just to pistol whip ’em
two hundred shots and half a ticket, it’s just me and von
dude the moissanite maniac, i see s.i
zaga loud as 3f5, told her suck it, dx vibes
all that playin’ ’til he hooked up to a bunch of cords just like a ps5
(brr) that’s the money phone
my lil’ blood got more b’s than a honeycomb
bein’ broke a joke, you must’ve snapped your funny bone (haha)
p-u-a, he had paper glitches, where his money go? (nyah)
what the f-ck?
b-tch, you let me paint your face, how i’m the bozo?
finna bust the yacht master just to show ’em how the showboats
sh-t, i stack it dolo, spend it dolo, count it dolo, you know
dsm, i bend and broke the leash, the b-tches call me cool joe
if you know, you know, but if you don’t, uh-oh (uh-oh)
i can’t see with all the zaga zion gun smoke
ain’t go to prom, i would’ve wockified the punchbowl (ah)
he was prom king, but now he just a cuss though (ha-ha)
she was prom queen, but now she just a bust though (ha-ha)
he used to tattle-tale in school, now he a undo (nyah)
yo life really only worth a bowl of gumbo
go ahead and shoot your shot, you gotta know my ho mutombo, sh-ttyboyz
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
all through the ‘raq, i’m actin’ up, i’m like a city boy
i got a foregrip on the front with a b-tton, this a silly toy
if i ain’t have a chain, i’ll make you give me yours
i just made a million dollars, but that ain’t sh-t ’cause i need plenty more
d-mn, i thought the song stopped
i showed your b-tch my chain and then her thongs dropped
i almost put it in her ass, d-mn, that’s the wrong spot
all my songs fire, all of yours not
i need to go back to the store, i got the wrong pop
this my homie gun, but i got my own glock
i don’t go to n-ggas hood, i got my own block
uh, we don’t need to buy no car, we got our own lot
shoot that n-gga in his body till his bones lock
we shot him twenty feet away, boy, that’s a long shot
we not talkin’ nba, boy, that’s the wrong top
uh, this is not a arp, boy, this a long chop
i would not get in that v if it ain’t fast sh-t
b-tch, i act the way i act ’cause i ain’t never had sh-t
she say, “von, do you love me?” not a tad bit
me and tron just pulled eight, we with some fine sh-t
d-mn, we on the two man
why this n-gga talkin’? he can’t even show me two bands
chop so big, i had to shoot that b-tch with two hands
if i can do this sh-t, my n-gga, you can
that n-gga ran up on me, hit his ass with a hadouken
uh, he dropped a diss on ’em, that cost him two friends
you say you see the opps, lil’ n-gga, shoot, then
he came inside at 2, and then he died around like 2:10

- babytron vonoff1700

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