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letra de #certified - babytron

[intro]
f-ck, sh-t, woo, nyah
hmm, woo, hmm, woo

[verse 1]
you walkin’ ’round with a point to prove, boy, don’t get popped
huh, yeah, haha
you walkin’ ’round with a point to prove, boy, don’t get shot (f-ck, brr)
they gotta switch blocks
turned the yola harden, then i slap it like it’s chris rock
j-panese b-tch keep a glock, plus she kickbox
we’ll turn ’em— man, what the f-ck? h-ll nah (what are those?)
we’ll turn them big ass boots to some flip-flops
two glocks, thirty shots, wrapped him like a gift shop
f-ck yo’ baby mama, grab your son, then do a tiktok
they gon’ have to call the— (woo)
we done left this b-tch hot (woo)
worse than the hoes-ass boy, how you d-ck hop
when it rain, it pours, when i walk out, i’ma drip-drop
runnin’ in the store for a pop, i’m tryna sip— uh
runnin’ in the store for a pop, i’m tryna sip wock’

[interlude]
nyah, nyah
uh, f-ck
sh-t, huh, huh, huh (hеy)
[verse 2]
pull up on they block and drop a ninety from the right anglе
with them slimy guys, them grimy guys, don’t let your ice dangle
trippin’ off the shrooms, like, “why my eyes create a triangle?”
woo, woo
you a captain save-a-ho, i’m the bad guy
if we catch him stealin’, burn his body while his hands tied
dsm, the go’s the go, b-tch, we the franchise
deep in my bag, i’m lookin’ like i’m tryna grab fry
b-tch, where’s your friends?
need the yerky, where’s the tens?
need a script, where’s the meds?
back to y’all, where’s the bed?
when i’m ’round the hoes, my favorite question always, “where’s the head?”
i can’t go in public no more, i ain’t got nowhere to spend
opps stayin’ out the way, so we ain’t got nowhere to bend
sh-t, just put it on the floor and send the lo’ on where to send
actin’ like he on a run, he just goin’ nowhere again
arguin’ with my ho late at night, i don’t know where i been
b-tch, bye
hundred shots, now his titi cryin’, it’s a fish fry
me and certi’ dumpin’ out the window, let us get by
on the road, doin’ shows, f-ck hoes, get high (huh, huh, huh)
tryna get up in our zone, that’s an uh-uh
tryna fl!ck a pic’ with bro, that’s an uh-uh
reachin’ for somethin’ that’s froze? that’s an uh-uh
certi’ got me in that mode, you hear—
[outro]
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia
long live $cam
you tripped, certi’

- babytron

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