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lirik lagu brotha man – babytron

turn this trip into a pool party
call hutch, hutch f*ck around blew on my new cartis
school, man f*ck it i was too tardy
i’ma shoot that b*tch, had to tell coach to two guard me
she ain’t gon’ answer, my d*ck in her throat
b*tch i’m big scammin’, brought the chips and the stunts
foolin’ in the store i’m a wizard, b*tch i’m the goat
call that lil b*tch i’m a spinner unless i’m gettin’ throat
am i up b*tch? does it blizzard if it snows?
this the [?] life, blowin’ woods, sh*ttin’ on a boat
[?] we sippin’ when we toast
unc like the rock with the dog hit it with a boat
he off two cans of beer like he stone cold
throw my bicep in the air b*tch i showboat
snapchat filter while she suck it, it’s a slow mo
talkin’ bout purchasin’, b*tch you a slow hoe
ya, like please
feel like spike lee, court*side white tee
i’m a assh0l*, why the f*ck she like me
real life d*ckhead that’s why they wanna fight me
brotha man i beat the sh*t out you then spit on you
brotha man i up the [?] then sh*t on you
go get the gravestone, ya we gon’ p*ss on you
[?] freaky ass, ya he gon’ l!ck on you
her freaky ass, oh ya, she gon’ l!ck on me
she talk about you havin’ [?] you put the tip on [?]
scatpack in the h*llcat i had to switch on you
[?] for the blue cheese we finger l!ck on ’em
mmmmm, i’m eatin’ great b*tch
smoke cake mix, h*ll no i don’t cake b*tch
[?] for real life down the way b*tch
i’ma turn this lil b*tch cuckoo when she taste this
i ain’t got no [?], i’ma k!ller i erase sh*t
if you bump into me i’m a [?] on some ape sh*t
woke up woopin’ i need [?] on my tape b*tch
you got a strong ass chest but i’ma hit you in you face b*tch
god walked up to me in my dream and said i’m chose forreal
clay got a problem with the glock i just hope he chill
k!llers in the west they be on bright mode forreal
got a playbook you can come get coached forreal
skinny jeans full of bands i done got a leg bruise
yo baby mama sick like d*mn she brought the head through
took her upstairs god d*mn now the bed through
took him upstairs now heaven is his new bedroom
cheated on my b*tch, she talkin’ ’bout i smell you
p90 with no coolin’ i done brought h*ll through
feel like gregg pop with my gang i just yell shoot
playin’ [?] lemme find out bout l2
you better not let me hold square
dior flops i did not wax my toe hair
poppin’ on this white boy you better bring a boat there
jumped in the deep, deep deep, no air

- babytron

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