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letra de apollo creed - babytron

[intro]
getta beats
aye, aye, aye, sh-ttyboyz

[verse]
so much bottled up, time to f-ck the throttle up
if he won’t throw a shot at the opps, he can’t rock with us
where yo baby mama at? i’m tryna get it swallowed up
creed x turtle pie make the b-tches follow us
till i had a blue check, b-tches wouldn’t follow me
i’ma die punching through this b-tch like apollo creed
b-tches i stick my d-ck in, boy, they out yo league
keeping up with me? that’s like jumping without yo knees
better yet, that’s like walking without yo feet
you laying on a futon, i’m somewhere walking on the beach
i’ma need 1k, i’m not talking for the free
he was talking out his ass, now he’s talking to my feet
don’t sh-t last forever but the money in my pocket
hakeem olajuwon, b-tch, i’m coming in with rockets
if we don’t stomp him, we gon’ pop him
if we stomp him, we gon’ roll
.223s make his funky-ass pop, lock & drop it
b-tches tryna take pictures, you are not paparazzi
if the gang not around me then the f-cking choppa got me
thinking that he balling, f-ck around and leave him stuck like rodney
feel like ricky bobby, yes, her t–th is not a maserati
sent my b-tch in with a punch, she like ronda rousey
flying ’round with that iron on me, b-tch, i’m robert downey
if it’s money on yo head then it’s death, it’s not a bounty
this a four of wockhardt in my cup, i’m sounding drowsy
that’s what yo ham-ass’ll say after we k word you
beam on a super charge glock, we’ll halo you
how the f-ck are you the plug and you ain’t moving?
this moon rock a motherf-cker, got me up in sp-ce floating
everybody ’round me look foreign, feel like mark cuban
no love like a robot, am i part human?
she heard one lil’ song then start choosing
when you got the bin that i got, yeah, yo car’s boosting
huh, and yo car fool
yo big-ass gang got one whip, that’s why yo car full
d-mn, choppa make ’em cartwheel
twenty-three off the blues, balling like a tar heel
you look soft in that bape, boy, my sharks k!ll
i done been through some sh-t and ain’t a part heal
if the f-cking visa don’t hit, the mastercard will
all that motherf-cking d-ck sucking, i’m a star still
if i catch you out talking sh-t, i’ma whoop yo ass
if stan catch an opp with the bl!ck, he gon’ cook his ass
just got in a parking lot brawl and i suge’d his ass
just [?] on 12 and i shook they ass
hut one, hut two, i just scored a touchdown
they got the sad face, boy, they mad as f-ck i’m up now
she used to be a spinner, that sh-t crazy, she a sl-t now
big drip cause a hurricane if i jump ’round
come on, i got some sh-t to say
the old me dead and gone, i feel like justin timberlake
i ain’t a shrimp but i get shrimp when i get it with the steak
i think i need a qp, i like the lemon pepper taste
i can fly a b-tch wherever like whenever
off-white, balenciaga, look better together
this alexander, yes, i’m just flexing the sweater
if you really want smoke, okay, i’m pressing whether

- babytron

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