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letra de rnf 2 - babytron

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, what the f-ck daniel?)
i’m done taking breaks [?]
sh-ttyboyz

[verse]
my ho so cold she’ll hand out—
my ho so cold, she’ll hand out a runny nose
probably got sick ’cause i’m allergic to you funny hoes
eight of tris cleared my throat, but now i’m stuck in mummy mode
the zaga put me on my head like a ddt
and then the drank kicked my ass like it’s ddp
work, hoes, cars and murder, we ain’t dbc
boy it’s wednesday night, how you finna post a tbt?
is you rolling up some gas station cbd?
that ain’t thc, you doing b-a-d
go get a b-a-g
let me stop spelling, i forgot your lil’ dirty ass ain’t got a ged
i almost died flying, ric flair
you gon’ die soon, just today that’s yo’ 6th square
eight pendants all at once make a b-tch stare
you broke as h-ll, your tab longer than your b-tch hair
boy, ain’t sh-t fair, that’s life’s only rulе
they tryna treat it like somе yoga, them them guy’s only deuce
if i cl!ck launch mode, can prolly fly over roofs
if not a single dollar, you can die over two
my white boy shoot like kon knueppel
that means he keeps a silent ‘k, aw man, the opps in trouble
told her bend it over, touch her toes, i’m tryna pop that bubble
yeah i see that lil’ diamond link, but sh-t, i rock a bundle
jamarcus russell every time i’m with your b-tch i bust
everybody hate me, i don’t even know who b-tch i f-cked
talking ’bout his third eye open, he got six eyes shut
chilling with my plug in my buffs, sh-t, i’m in my duff’
i’ll block a b-tch quick like jay huff
number 2 but really 1, i be on my cade stuff
boy your breath stank like a fake b-tt
took luigi’s shroom, f-ck around and made my brain jump
yeah i got a daughter now but this baby bottle not for her
amiris, they on papa smurf
i’m off a awful lotta syrup
militia timing, got my clock set on military
you can’t put anything past anybody
’cause spongebob, he might end up k!lling gary
lobster b-tter in my leaf, but i ain’t twisting larry
what the f-ck i look like chatting? this ain’t gpt
getting to the racks like ae, this sh-t easy peas’
yeah, i should’ve learned from the first rnf, where’s the juiceman?
bro clutching belt, you’d prolly think he had some loose pants
$bd$m, $bd$m

- babytron

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