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letra de time's ticking - babytron

[intro]
this is something special for you

[verse]
i do some wrong sh-t right so i don’t get caught (woo)
you do the wrong sh-t twice, you gon’ get chalked
call the glock nasa, if it hit you, you gon’ lift off
the foot work human race, watch me drift off (drift off)
deep down inside, all that hating sh-t is really love (woo)
deep down inside, i think they hate ’cause i really jugg (woo)
deep down inside, i think they hate ’cause i’m really plugged (woo)
but for real though, i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m really up (i’m really up)
walking up on tip, better step back like dončić
if she check the drip, guarantee that b-tch on d-ck (ayy, ayy, drip)
lionel messi with the glock, that b-tch got kick (brr, ah)
dwayne johnson with chopstick, bro gon’ rock sh-t (get over here)
i don’t wanna die, but if i die, i’ma die a legend
play with my cheese, boy, that’s a quick ride to heaven
jugg messiah, b-tch, you’d rather do a nine to seven (woo)
f-ck being a hundred, i was born ten times eleven (i was born ten times eleven)
i came in an underdog, i’m leaving mvp (i am)
had a heart once but this b-tch emptied me (she did)
rather get a bag then a bucket, it ain’t meant to be
keep your head up, boy, you might catch up eventually
you got your first bape? come on now, that sh-t probably fake (woo)
you think that he solid, huh? but your mans probably fake
wouldn’t bust a grape, if you see me, you would probably faint
scored forty dolo in the wide, feel like emoni bates (feel like emoni bates)

[intro]
woo
yeah, now let me talk my sh-t, b-tch
huh, sh-ttyboyz

[verse]
xs max, i’d be d-mned to get a xr
tryna get a sack, watch me turn to a left guard
bro got a arm, packing bullets like he brett favre (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m checking temps, that’s your ass if you check ours (check ours)
send a bullet at your heart since it’s so big (brrow)
i ran it up off tracks, i ain’t talkin’ sow ins
you can’t get the sauce unless you got some cheese to throw in (facts)
the scat daddy do one-eighty, watch me float in (skrrt)
let’s play a game, it’s called up a f-ckin’ dollar (b-tch)
dunked a .9 on his head, andre iguodala (ayy)
stanwill saucy stepping in balenciagas (wh-what?)
you are not sl!ck, them buffs are off of alibaba (fake)
do i punch sh-t? (yes) just call me pacquiao
used to lose with ’em but you see i’m jabbing now
all the hate in the city is getting passed around (it is)
feel like king neptune but you can’t grab the crown
jugg, jugg, jugg, i’m working wonders like i’m stevie
i don’t fight sh-t, let the .40 do the three piece (ayy, ayy)
babytron, i’m one of a kind, you can’t be me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
ain’t no smoke grenade, but the opps, they can’t see me (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, b-tch)
on the run, gta, five stars (huh?)
you can’t swim in this drip without a lifeguard (you can’t)
never sold a drug ’cause i’d rather slide cards
if he want action, turn the block to die hard (brrow)
yes, b-tch, it’s me, mr. get for the free ball
got a new bin, it hit like thirty from the three ball (thirty from the three ball)
better pray to god that- (shh), don’t see y’all
f-ck the hoes that ever doubted me, l ain’t need y’all (i don’t need you)
need what? need who? i don’t need nothing
if bro don’t hit him on the rebound, we don’t need drummond
ninety-nine fatigue, get the check and i’ma keep running
if her credit good, the only time she gon’ mean somethin’

- babytron

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