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lirik lagu billy madison – babytron

[intro]
chrome heart pants but the hoodie acronym
ayy

[verse]
denim tear jeans but the hoodie acronym
it’s the dog $hit militia, send them bullies after him
sh*t, my kit on ice age, guess i’m woolly mammothing
you was never really school, call you “billy madison”
had to look up in the mirror like, “is this really happening?”
let me hear it’s on the floor, i take my bl!cky, add a switch
show you something you ain’t seen, you think you on a acid trip
better bring a lab coat, our lifestyle hazardous
looking like fergie in her prime, this lil’ ho, she glamorous
passion fruit soda, wocky, watch me get passionatе
if it’s smoke, we cancerous
i can’t bе around you broke hoes, learn from my allergist
me and t bone on the seven, we just left lumpkin lit
if we catch him halloween, i bet he get his pumpkin split
yo ho in here sucking d*ck, i ain’t even hump the b*tch
boy, why you got a f*nny pack? it ain’t no gun in it
my stick got a drum in it
hunnid fifty, thumbing it
you a role player at the best, robert covington
double r and double r, watch me drop the cullinan
sh*t, the leaf kayaking, where’s the lighter?
it’s on the floor, time to hit the road, where’s the drivers?
heard doggy got some loose screws, where’s the pliers?
bragging ’bout yo plug, whole time, where the suppliers?
never ever been scared of the heat like, where’s the fire?
gotta whole lotta lotta yeah like, where’s the buyers?
if you hesitant, it’s cool, we got samples, where’s the triers?
heard i still don’t scam like, f*ck it, where’s the meijer’s?
oh, the opps? i’m tryna put a hole in one, where’s my iron?
you see everything where i’m at, bears and tigers
from the d down to chiraq with it
we buy switches out in us, in iraq with it
got a mcm bag but ain’t got five racks in it
that type of sh*t be k!lling me
running reds in the rental, i expect them billing me
why the f*ck is you jeffing like a kid to me?
told her, “leave ’cause if it’s hate then you won’t do that bid for me”
why the plug bring this to me? he must not heard a song
i hear the snakes hissing, time to go and search the lawn
cops thought they had me, whole time the vert is gone
all i had to do was snap a finger
yo trap phone so dry, forgot it had a ringer
morning time, gas station, when i’m blowed smacking zingers
sh*t, you [?] at the cleaners, i was him when he left
i should’ve never listened from the moment when he jeffed
why he laughing ’bout that l dawg took when he next?
i find that sh*t insane
good richard mille cost two*fifty, i’ll just get it plain
.308s, .308s could f*ck around and flip a train
riding low in that old thang, i just chipped the paint
as of lately he been on bs, it got him slipping rank
the opps getting spanked
with the militia, think it’s time we got and get the tank
you just in the way tryna instigate
most of the time i sip a eight just to hit the hay
’cause it’s stuck in my brain, i can’t miss a play
’cause it’s stuck in my brain, i can’t miss a day
that fake watch he rocking, throw his whole wrist away
the striker ain’t even come with one, we ain’t even have to switch the plates
why you peeking at my dinner plate?
wasn’t with me back then, you can’t even get a bit of steak
i see you moved on to yo finish days
i see you still still stuck on yo finish ways
she been sucking it for hours, “is you finished, bae?”
yeah, sometimes the love keep me going but it’s the hate
huh, in toronto with the drac’
going a*a*ape sh*t, fooling in my bape
in that track*trackhawk, swooping up some pape’
stomped him out in travis scotts and left the swooshes on his face
vroom, vroom*vroom*vroom, zooming to the bank
they ask me who i do it for, i do it for the gang
cuddy trickshotting like he faze, shooting in the rain
a true g*nius, yo b*tch so super with that brain
free my unky, my feds caught him up in a uber with some ‘caine
glock 40, i’m with a cougar for the day
it’s 10:51 in the lab
i can’t tell you what it is, top secret in the stash
played the lobster with the crab
played the zaza with the dabs
it was ha*ha, it was laughs
race over, ain’t it funny that the p*ssies finish last?
you can’t tell that i ain’t finish class
should’ve popped a yerc before i seen her, i just finish fast
deadline on the floor, you bet not come a minute past
let him shoot a shot finally, they won’t even hit the glass
[outro]
sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, long live $cam

- babytron

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