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letra de billy blanks - tabby

[verse 1]
bad to the bone, never chew one
cat nap till it’s noon, day is ruined, huh? what?
checkered vans with the tube socks (yeah)
underrated like he kuzma (yeah)
and the kid never ad-lib
just another mood swing, bat above average (yeah)
i’m sad but i’m that b-tch
little eye shadow got the fans going batsh-t
no flex but i still hear the bomb drop
how sway? you ain’t racking up them commas
dressed like i rap, vibe out to rashad songs
y’all ride a wave then claim you poseidon? (yeah)
but i still f-ck with that whack sh-t
system kicking, billy blanks in a hatchback whip
write a cypher every time lil’ tabs can’t win
all these villains in my head on my sandman sh-t
motherf-cker i’mma flow ‘till my asthma hit
when i spit, people checking out the cat’s fashion
that’s drip. my saliva got you head scratching
that ain’t lice, just a sign that i’m nice with it
minnesota’s own, cologne hilfiger
bring your lady to my show and she’ll feel different
people hating on the tone, but i won’t switch it
everyone a critic so this critic wrote his own lyrics
and i still got a toddler tooth
on my 7th year at college knew i botched my youth
tryna find a type beat i can off top to
i hear the same jazz sample like it’s costco food
i hear the same d-mn alb-m, y’all c-ckatoos
f-ck a cage, here’s johnny with the combo moves
f-ck a box, want the top like it’s duck duck goose
kick rocks, take names like imposters do (woo!)
(funkflex: that’s called motherf-ckin’ bars!)
out the mold, huh?
on my shine, double-0 with the gold gun
and i get no sun, i’m the palest
two middle fingers up to the a-list
been saying this is mine for the taking (uh)
go sayan, gohan in some bape sh-t
yeah, my apartment in the bas-m-nt
even when i leave underground where i’m staying

[chorus]
everybody looking your way though
ain’t it funny popping like pringle
shoot your shot and chasing bombay, don’t
let n-body f-ck with your bankroll
everybody looking your way though
ain’t it funny popping like pringle
shoot your shot and chasing bombay, don’t
let n-body f-ck with your bankroll

[verse 2]
what bankroll? never had a bankroll
the music ain’t making any pesos
bust out a rhythm when he bus down his tables
tipping his ale up, buzzed like cicadas
reminiscing like a fool ’bout the days
homeboy hit the crew up, we all playing halo
moments like that keep making his face glow
back to the present, his -ss tend to lay low
ain’t about the dollar dollar bills
keep his chill making zilch
you can keep that sh-t a tang quote
sneeze from the feline-hair-covered long sleeve
sick as a dog, barking up the wrong maple (woof)
everything i say like woosh, then i over-explain
man i look like an a-hole
no gun bars, but the nra p-ss me off
so f-ck it, i’m a wizard with the draco
gained so much and i’m thankful

- tabby

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