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letra de joe dumars - babytron

[intro]
getta beats
yeah
we’ll bring that to yo house, joe dumars
okay, yeah, okay
f-ck around, yeah
yeha

[verse]
we’ll bring the field to yo house, joe dumars
put that dud down, i could pull that off of two cards
shooting jacks out, passing bags, i’m a two guard
what’s up with the diss songs? don’t know who you are
that’s the type of sh-t to get you stomped, no, probably shot
you could shoot a shot with my b-tch, nah, probably block
hundred shots left him human torched, we got his body hot
soon as she wake up, she gon’ treat me like a lollipop
you got demon dna? oh, till you angel dust
talking ’bout you need an eighth, oh, i need eighty bucks
site crazy, bin crazy, just grabbed a crazy punch
i ain’t gon’ lie, if you ain’t us, boy, you lame as f-ck
wild ‘n out, stay with the cannon like i’m chico bean
if you ain’t gang then it’s f-ck you, b-tch, i’m ceelo green
looking at my pop likе a scoreboard, i need a three
this a one dip, twenty sеconds, i could flee the scene
it’s 2020, boy, you finished if you upping eight bands
that’s d-mn near his ass is blade dancing in some ray-bans
[?] one night, two b-tches in the same trance
stan got two sticks, he gon’ fire like a caveman
tryna fight? must be from atlanta, you a brave man
i be chilling, ain’t gotta get off, i let my chain dance
cash app flips kinda slow but you’ll get paid, ma’am
see you got a lil’ money now but you the same ham
eyes low, swinging sticks, i look like ichiro suzuki
i be tripping, amiri stiching, dripping, this sh-t off the gucci
real scam vet, please don’t ever think that i’m a newbie
white sock, black [?] but, b-tch, i’m lillard when i shoot
i don’t trip up with the visas, i’m a wizard when i use them
put that b-tch in drywall, boy, you see me, why yo trigger neutral?
can’t get you hip but you better go and get into it
pro scammer turned to pro tools, i done switched to music
we getting money is like b-tches getting hit by cupid
great credit score but i think this lil’ b-tch is stupid
every b-tch turned they back on me somewhere in the sewage
just know if i ever go, i’m up there getting to it
just know yo b-tch only yo b-tch when she with you
just know i’m tryna win, i’ll hit you with a pistol
just know yo main mans, he can’t even switch to
just know i’m leaving hoes sick, get yo tissue
in a store, tell a boujee b-tch like, “pick yo clear fruit”
this ain’t fornite but if it was, you’d be tier 2
art brought the laffy taffy in, i can’t hear you
in my live off a fake page, you so weird, dude
fear of god on, you dumb as f-ck, you think i fear you?
ain’t no hustle in yo blood and i ain’t standing near you
thirty-four shots, f-ck around and paul pierce you
talking ’bout a demon, really saturn when you steer through
2000’s baby, young as h-ll with oldhead money
big bank take [?] cash on me, ten, dummy
come get yo b-tch, she irritating, tryna vent to me
lil’ b-tch ew, got a man out here head hunting
018′, me and stan was in the [?]
everybody talking down on me, i’m ahead of them
mike amiris got a big loaf, i heard you bread crumbing
california keep my ex b-tch out here bed bugging

- babytron

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