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letra de fuck the old tron - babytron

[intro]
f-ck the population, sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, long live $cam, you know?

[verse]
yeah, i used to f-ck around with your mama, you my godson
fully switchy, better pray that god come
or at least that the cops come
how the f-ck you lookin’ for the opps? you got a prop gun
white sticks, black sticks, yin, yang
hit him with that fully switch like bing-bang
had to put the work in ‘fore the rings came
i’m even higher, the weed taste like cheesecake
rockstar, i’ve been high a hundred weeks straight
you ain’t tryna get to it, i can’t relate
she want a dub for her neck, that’s some cheap brain
sh-ttyboyz caught him out, he got some pee stains
did the st-st-stomp, i got some creased bapes
bougie b-tch hit the crib tryna freeze grapes
bougie b-tch wake up tryna eat crepes
hit tens, tote 9s, and we drink eights
the type of head that i’m gettin’, i might be late
is the weed laced? i can’t think straight
you can’t get me on a track ‘less that fee paid
i’m in love with the drank, think it’s v-day
lando pulled up in that yukon, not an e-lade
it was 2022 if i had on three chains
2016, your b-tch made it to my keepsake
threw the white buffs on my face, i can’t see hate
everything seems great, don’t it?
karo’d doggy bone, he in a fake coma
moved into a new crib, i might just grab a bape sofa
it was cream, but i turned it to a grape soda
in the hood iced out, you’d think i scr-pe yola
i’m an a-hole, yae yae on pa, jordans off the draco
finna get my nod on, morton’s off the faygo
hoes do it pr-nto whatever i say so
ride around, big trx, body in the back
i can’t show my every move, they copyin’ the cat
mind stuck on the grind, need some wocky for a nap
militia conversations be like, “copy, roger that”
pause, but i don’t like how the ‘wood taste
i forgot how to push brakes
overdid the shrooms and the juice, i can’t look straight
i’ll get the whole hood spanked on a good day
.308s turn his beanie to a pair of earm-ffs
he rollin’ bullsh-t, it gotta be some hard-to-hear runtz
i’m finna f-ck my favorite opp’s b-tch
i’m finna f-ck my favorite opp’s b-tch to start the year up
looked at my bank account, i might tear up
it ain’t changed since high school, you still a weird f-ck
little weird b-tt
he ain’t never dropped a pair of buffs, he must fear hutch
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, long live $cam, you know?
y’all keep bringin’ up the old tron, f-ck the old tron
sh-ttyboyz

- babytron

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