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letra de clownin’ - babytron

[intro]
nyah (b-tch)

[verse]
your gang a circus full of clowns
pulled up in some diesel jeans for her to pull ’em down

you be lookin’ up to motherf-ckers, i be lookin’ down
fully switch’ll turn his to a unicycle
huntin’ for an opp, no, not a deer i ever shoot a rifle
if i’m ever number one contender, they gon’ lose the title
feelin’ like i’m t bone, i’ll ride rockets for new arrivals
catch that p-ssy, make him bleed like he was goin’ through a cycle
golden rope, it’s wrapped around my neck, you’d think i’m suicidal
any time my brother ran a route, you know i threw a spiral
as many times i spinned your lil’ ho, you’d think your boo a vinyl
you could never hit the stage, the crowd’d throw tomatoes at you
when it’s time to go and slide, i might just throw the draco at you
i hope you ready, ain’t no b-tchin’
i hope you should keep your album in the vault off how the snippets sound
you would think we fillin’ up balloons with all these whippets ’round
walk him down, then run away, then you can catch me skippin’ towns
off an addy, you would think i popped an o-dose

golden presi’ chocolate face, you’d probably think the watch a rolo
live the fast live, and with this double cup, i’m drivin’ slo-mo
he got biscuits on his feet, in other words, he’s rockin’ nono
custo bought a bird that couldn’t even fly, he copped a dodo, b-tch
the chains hit different, you would think i’m fyb
if i stacked the mula, it’ll fit right in in nyc
problems in my life a lil’ more serious than xyz

i got poole and pontiac, you would think i’m ddg
me and brodie ridin’ ’round with twin glocks, dcg

what he’s wearin’ ancient, think his ‘fit was made in bce
y’all was playin’ manhunt, we was hittin’ cribs
y’all was grindin’ my park while me and gang was hittin’ l!cks
y’all don’t got a thing to eat, we’ve been diggin’ in
real life gta, but sh-t, the only mission’s win
make your b-tch swallow my sword
if you lookin’ for the plug, you better just follow the cords
life gets hard, just hold on tight, somethin’ like a trapeze
gang deep as h-ll on bullsh-t, somethin’ like a stampede
[outro]
nyah

- babytron

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