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letra de can't show me twenty - babytron

[intro]
uh-uh, uh
huh
huh, huh (jose the plug)

[verse]
this zagaza i’m rollin’ up hit like car fetty
can’t be trusted ’round the hoes, he like r. kelly
what’s on my arm? presi’, and the charm heavy
five-star telly, the maison jar smelly
she want some love like only if my heart let me
doggy yellin’ for some help, i can’t clark kent him
he a burger, we gon’ hit juice and sell cut
ghetto angels on my shoulders totin’ h-ll pup
below freezing, how the mitten hot as h-ll, bruh?
lieutenant loser, might as well just hold your l’s up
throw it in the [?]
d-mn near threw the towel in off my tenth puff
[?]
is militia first place? is the earth round?
am i a gold medalist? like is dirt brown?
tell lil’ bro to put the books up and put the percs down
feel like herbo when i’m in the ‘raq how i swerve ’round
neph’ fifteen on the squares, guess his nerves bad
she keep askin’ for a vacay, pack your turks bag
poured a seven in connecticut, woke up in german time
you would think i’m on a diet how quick i can burn a pound
respect was never ever given, gotta earn it clown
you get the drop, i guarantee [?]
[?], last trip, my wrist was cuffed
caught him frontin’ in the club, throw it, is you rich or what?
lil’ cuz ain’t got no swag, he just f-cked the picture up
this lil’ b-tch ain’t got no swag, i done popped out [?] for nothin’
why you ain’t noddin’, fall asleep? you only poured up a half a deuce
me and kosher sellin’ out from canada to santa cruz
tucked in the bus, top [?] blues
quick to fire workers ‘less they doin’ what they asked to do
[?]
shroomies got me out this galaxy, i’m out on tatooine
[?] punch me in, sh-t, i had to think
b-tch drank stolen, talkin’ ’bout she just had a drink
life’d really suck if i was you, haha
life’d really suck if i was you, like, sh-t, i’m glad i’m me
when i close my eyes, it’s only [?] i see
yeah, [?], sh-t, i love me more
i’ma scr-p one v. a hundred ‘fore you run me home
teachers probably thought that i was slow
teachers probably thought that i was slow, so when i see ’em, up a dummy roll
moncler puffer coat, the loubs look like a puffer fish
another day of cookin’ up, that mean another hit
ain’t from this planet, sh-t, i landed on a mothership
might be off downers, but you know militia uppington
tryna times three it, least i bet i double it
i might pull a milli’ out in cash for the f-ck of it
you still loggin’ joker stash and get to jugglin’
hollows knocked a chip off his shoulders, we’d humble him
huh, why you actin’ like you pourin’ somethin’?
that ain’t stilly, wock’ or the tris’, is it robitussin?
think they forgot how i get, i’m finna show ’em somethin’
she was prom queen in high school, now her shoulders pudgy
under the influence, my a&w over muddy
i was thinkin’ [?] way back in social studies
see him out and mask up like, “ayy, dog, don’t you owe me money?”
how the f-ck you thirty but can’t show me twenty?
man, what the f-ck?
f-ck you thirty but can’t show me twenty?
nyah
hey
hey, sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, long live $cams

- babytron

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