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letra de attaboy - babytron

[intro]
nito, what up, my n-gga?
what up, nito? (nyah)
i turn my jeans to—, ayy
yeah

[verse]
i turn my jeans to the morgue
i can talk to jaden ivey, seats on the floor
he k-rollin’, might as well drink bleach by the four
mind full of money clouds, i ain’t gon’ think ’bout a wh0re
like a game of golf, i just let life run its course
we just took the whole [?] off, but it’s a hunnid more
i do magic dumbledore, i’m talkin’ aberforth
they ain’t cuttin’ in the beef, them boys some plastic forks
scorin’ on the opps, and if i miss, bro gon’ attack the boards
if you catch me ninety-day grindin’, then i’m actin’ poor
this a lamb’, not a porsche, this a cap, not four
you won’t catch me at the thrift shop, b-tch, i ain’t macklemore
self-scannin’ with a punch, lil’ boy, i’ll tap galore
everybody gettin’ backdoored, i guess that that’s the norm
it’s over seven million scattered on the mansion’s floor
took yo’ last hunnid in the club like, “what you dancin’ for?”
heard yo’ mans was ten toes, he ain’t feet on land no more
you ain’t really movin’ work, you chillin’ in the bando bored
lil’ fuzz went and hit a hat, attaboy
runnin’ up the bands and stay in shape, huh, trapezoid
why you still got old glockies? we tote tapper toys
you wake up and live a life that you can’t half-enjoy
it’s f-cked up that you ain’t have a choice
the wood grain pack-a-punch, no, i ain’t packin’ joints
i’ma play lenox for ’bout a month and then it’s back to ‘troit
you had one punch hit for food and now it’s back to voids
haha, you’ll probably die from starvation, huh?
you ridin’ ’round stock engine, oh, yo’ car basic, huh?
everybody d-ck-suckers, had to start facin’ lawyers
we slam ’em through the floor like, “why y’all start chasin’ sl-ts?”
i cover up my b-tch’ heartaches with hutch
if militia isn’t on yo’ slip, that parlay is f-cked
all you do is play yo’ mind, at the arcade just stuck
i be fallin’ asleep standin’ up, i darkframed my buffs
you would think lil’ fuzz was chester, pull up, start flamin’ stuff
feelin’ like sylvester, rocky vibes, how i play the punch
what’s in yo’ pocket? ’cause it ain’t a buck
and it ain’t a gun, you a major chump
bro a booter, he stay with the jigger like beyoncé
ridin’ in a uber, five hundred racks, me and d’andre
i got lil’ fuzz doin’ fraud, they think his name kante
death before dishonour, gotta know, this sh-t beyond me
and shoot ot and leave the spot unlocked, my crib beyoncé
my passport gettin’ stamped up, this sh-t beyond states
the ‘mojis could never f-ck with me, this sh-t beyond age
i’m beyond paid, ayy, nyah (nito, what up, my n-gga?)
d-mn, the beat done already?
yo’ b-tch want some wood, talkin’ ’bout, “bring that tree trunk already”
‘fore you even try to run it, yo’ feet stunk already
i told you “chill out”, why you f-cked that piece up already?
in the kitchen, boy, you gotta another sheesh cut with fetty
quarter ticket, whip paid, why you leasin’ the chevy?
you hear that t-rex around, then that’s the beast of the belly
[outro]
that’s sbdsm, double 7
double 7, double 7
nyah

- babytron

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