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letra de nothing new - babytron

[intro: babytron]
aye
what up, rob?
what up, undefined?
this sh-t [?] right here, i ain’t gon’ lie
heh, aye, aye, aye
what up, rob?
sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
it’s f-cked up that i don’t fear death
r.i.p. chris, i ain’t even shed a tear yet
when i try and do right, i steer left
big black chop on my side, [?]
heh, little b-tch knew the principles
i used to think that my heart was invincible
but nah, i see that b-tch just invisible
i just got a heaven-sent bin on the biblical
thrust god, good amiris, boy my drip tremendous
i can slide twenty gc’s in fifty seconds
i just shock the clerk, i guess this bin electric
playing with that metal, let it rip like jimi hendrix
real sh-ttyboy like i’m in the restroom
bet that b-tch jaw drop when we step through
had your b-tch sneak the head like she collect shoes
finna come lab chain, diamonds on the test tube

[verse 2: yungboirob]
me and tron, guarantee you couldn’t stop us
got your b-tch bending over like she tryna pull her socks up
like your phone turning on, yeah my n-ggas finna pop up
and if she drop the addy, i’ma pull up and drop nuts
new clothes, new hoes but it nothing new
doggy please back up, i don’t f-ck with you
and your mans get f-cked up if he came with you
d-mn the tx with the [?] making money moves
i put two holes in your head like you getting it pierced
big shotty, new h-rns like it came off a deer
you ain’t god, dumb n-gga, that’s all that i fear
talking out your neck, i’ma hit you and all your peers
you thought that i was gon’ sing? yeah you wrong, for sure
she tryna come with me, my n-gga, so just let her go
getting money, don’t fold, yeah that’s what i know
me and tron came up from the dirt, crazy how we blow

[verse 3: babytron]
“man, get your b-tch, she in tron’s likes”
tko with the drac, i do not fight
used the 201 and turned [?] to a [?]
dance around with this punch on me like it’s prom night

[verse 4: yungboirob]
like it’s prom night, n-gga we get dressed up
f-ck his body, man we aiming from the neck up
after i’m done with her, sh-ttyboyz, they next up
n-gga walking out the gym, i got my chest up

[verse 5: babytron]
babytron and yungboirob
tryna hit a l!ck, get that young boy robbed
f-ck with us? boy nah
i’m the punch god, go and punch that clock

[verse 6: yungboirob]
i got my dawgs with me, little n-gga this ain’t petsmart
we miss his head? better hope that n-gga got a blessed heart
walk around with my pockets all fat like a left guard
i just sent a bullet at your ass like i’m [?]

[verse 7: babytron]
walk around in this nike, i’m a techstar
i throw a bullet, i don’t wrestle, i ain’t bret hart
man this sh-t too easy, next bar
i ain’t gon’ lie, touched a hunnid off [?]
i just f-cked up saks’ catalog
the only person on my ass is my shadow, dawg
i was sick [?] i just had the ball
if i up a pic on the gram then she back on b-lls

[outro: babytron]
h-ll yeah that b-tch back on b-lls
twenty dollars when she grab my drawers
heh, that’s ethika
i ain’t playing
what up, rob?
aye, aye, aye, aye
sh-ttyboyz

- babytron

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