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letra de same jimmy - babytron

[intro]
aye
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
h-lluva made this beat, baby
sh-ttyboyz
aye

[verse]
straight drop, drop, drop in exotic fanta
they used to pick fights with me, now the choppa slam ’em
what you claim, brother man? nah, that’s not the answer
now you sick ’cause you heard yo b-tch wants a scammer
too bad i only like dimes
in a ghillie, in yo bushes when it’s nighttime
sent some shots but you missed, mm-hmm, nice try
i ain’t there for [?] nice guy
grab the k and pray to god ’cause i’m a face shooter
i’m in la, i feel like bron, yeah, i’m a play mover
f-ck fans now, back thеn i used to hate choosers
samе jimmy back then, yeah, he used to hate losers
i was losing, they was winning, turn the tables on ’em
it ain’t a stick but best believe i’ll up the taser on ’em
running off? boy, that’s dumb, i’ll put the laser on ’em
glock shoot fire like i came the undertaker on ’em
aye, you want some, hold on, i can’t even say it
unreleased too hard, i can’t even play it
[?] with zaza, i can’t even weigh it
p90 ain’t got no cooling, i can’t even spray it
“who that white boy?”, b-tch, it’s tron, i got pool, b-tch
watermelon punch, wockhardt, i’m on bullsh-t
russian ak with the stock, it’s a full clip
gave her good d, on some ‘011 bullsh-t
looked her in the eyes then i lied, knew i wasn’t sh-t
7-3-4-3-1-3, b-tch, the oven mitt
one out of one, i was chose, i’m the one for this
good jack stack, touchdown, had the summer lit
play with me? mm-hmm, you playing with yo life
apple pie on me, f-ck i look like playing with a slice?
ain’t no games in these streets, i’m playing till i die
she heard the sh-ttyboyz and made me say it one more time
one puff, boy, i’m higher than giraffe nuts
three more hits, boy, i’m flying up the nasa
turn that b-tch to a scammer, she a jack sl-t
touch a hair on me? you gon’ get yo ass smacked up
matter fact, you get sn-tched up
bro’ll turn yo auntie to a zombie off some crack dust
this a 2020, that’s a shooter and y’all lapped up
i just spent twenty-five hundred on some black puffs
three ‘woods in, b-tch, i’m faded like a dingy shirt
would’ve came six, too bad i had a stingy clerk
you a hot head? hope you got the torch up in yo he-rs-
turn around, made twenty, bae, put it in yo purse
hit yo b-tch, get the neck, i ain’t eat the kitty
f-cked up in the head, i got some demons with me
ten bows, a thousand giffies if i leave the city
my k!ller catch you on a school bus, got jeepers creepers with me
lil’ b-tch broke her neck when i came to [?]
i’ll blaze this b-tch from long-range like i’m damian lillard
b-tch is blowing up my phone, i had to change my hitter
don’t wanna hit the mall no more, sick of taking pictures
froze-ass buffs, fire-ass weed
lil’-ass whip, boy, yo tires can’t squeak
mama always asking, “what’s inside of that jeep?”
[?] embosser and some sliders that beep
[outro]
aye
aye, huh
aye, and them b-tches beep
sh-ttyboyz

- babytron

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