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letra de triple double - babytron

[intro]
aye aye babytron i got somethin’ for you on this one
f-ck it, all gas

[verse 1: big money rich]
n-gga high so that’s why my eye lazy
i heard somebody said they gon’ rob baby
tryna run in my spot, i put a n-gga in a suit like a fbi agent
but he told my mans about the sh-t
but he ain’t tell me till they got into it
n-gga pull it on me then you gotta use it
send a n-gga right to god like a hallelujah
y’all n-ggas shake hands for the hype
tone brung a fn for the night, fn for the night?
i jus bought a brand new chopper sum light
i jus gave em’ weed because they wanna get high
b-tch i can’t see let me hit the porch light
ugh thats a v live quic course not ugh
you in the hood chasin’ round all the stupid b-tches
on the plane day dreaming bout the stewardess
on the spirit plane smushed can’t move a sh-t
why i ain’t fly delta for the extra 6
plug gave me 2 bows with some extra zips
told him it was one short with a shake a zip
n-gga starvin’ out here it ain’t making sense
i just made 3k when i left the 6
imma k!ll the b-tch p-ssy put a he-rs- on her
imma pull her skirt up then merc on her
imma throw a p back and then perc on her
imma pull my d-ck out she gon’ twerk on it
and i pray all snitches have the worst daughters
n-gga put the hook on me like the verse over
choppa hit a n-gga crib then split a n-gga house like its a divorce order

oh my
yeah aye uh babytron i don’t think you can f-ck with this n-gga
i – prolly can’t come behind me on this n-gga
aye bando we prolly gotta find another one my n-gga

[verse 2: babytron]
aye aye sh-ttyboyz

b-tch you know that bins scorched
i’m with rich up in cheese not on billboards
play with my cheese somn’ i k!ll for
let the chop sing like its up at the fillmore
bruce lee punch work no karate cl-ss
hit stores self scamming’ boy i gotta jag
jimmy nuetron boy ill prolly blast
know some gravediggers that’ll put you in a bodybag
haha lil dog what side you on
post up send a rocket like olajuwon
been released with the chop perfect timing on
can’t leave a trace with this b-tch throw the silence on
eating alligator with my rich friends
claiming that’s b4l till that sh-t ends
glock in hand on the gram when that sh-t send
these amiri boy go head and drip then
i belong in the zoo i’m the goat man
lil b-tch want me and stan cuz’ we both scam
had her screaming sh-ttyboyz she a whole fan
imma put this b-tch on her back like a choke slam
up the triple double russell westbrook
louis vuitton boy that’s 6 on my left foot
punchin’ clothes hit sak’s with a left hook
i’m the sauce god i could really write a textbook

- babytron

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