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dark knight - babytron lyrics

[intro]
(getta beats)
stop askin’ for the old tron, he never left
you hipster, aye
aye, aye, aye

[chorus]
archive hat off the carmine 6s
tell a b*tch i need sp*ce like the hard drive glitched
you don’t ever wanna pour up, just part*time sip
tryna win without grind, gon’ have a hard time with it
pull a matte black cat, you think the dark knight is
i bet they don’t find a trace, i had a smart guy k!ll him
i don’t need the sun dependent and the starlight jet
aye, aye, sh*ttyboyz

[verse]
life a movie, dog died at the end like “marley and me”
finna upgrade ’em, tenth hour, made my cartis a key
brand new, ripped her out the box, it’s a barbie with me
dog $hit militia, got the gallery army fatigue
there is the chocolate factory, that’s the charlie in me
banner from the juice sets for hittin’ the starry with green
made your b*tch hit a note, but she hardly could sing
cuz don’t hit the club, he’d rather go party with fiends
on them skits, sh*t, i’ma read money out the window
thousand*dollar tee, you paid three hundred for that kenzo
young tron got you out of three hunnid, shot out venmo
shoot a loose fold and three dubs out, he got nintendo
i got the head out his b*tch, pepsi with the mentos
you would think blood finna score, catch him in the red zone
rob tronkowski, you can catch me in the end zone
lil’ brodie, he a bipper, catch him on the west coast
f*cked around, found the glitch and made a three of five
at el jorge’s, seven mile, quesadilla time
fine sh*t, 5’9″, i’m finna take the tree and climb
guaranteed diss one of ’em, i’il make him meet the guy
f*ck the high hitting, you don’t wanna make his fever rise
why they tryna keep up? but you gon’ take a breather, right?
wanna be a wife, but she was made for the eater life
free unkie, guess that he was makin’ all the fiends too high
you ain’t do nothin’ for your bro, just made a tweet about it
we’ll drop your granny’s grandson and make her read about it
too conceited, when i’m out, i got a fake arena ’round me
hustleman, stingy on that block, can’t make a g around him
still payin’, i got two words, “sleepy draws”
you would think i work for best buy, walkin’ tvs out it
my hitman special ed, i gotta re*rerun him
you can’t get a pass, it’s a zero on the freebie count
lil’ cuz playin’ with the white like jameer nelson
every time i try, they bite they hand, so i fear help
i don’t care if her ass fat, she got a beer belly
i will not be surprised if her lane changin’ rear*ends me
super pause, what i do to y’all?
y’all better hate the game, i ain’t even shoot the ball
it ain’t even new, f*ck chicken, this some rooster talk
bottega is stuck, bust it open, hear a rooster
huh, you don’t even wanna see the stash
you could be a toilet seat, still wouldn’t see no ass
why you whiffin’ like an all*star? i done seen your stats
why you actin’ like that b*tch slap? i done seen your tracks
twelve*hour drive, i blew through it, i ain’t need no naps
better back back, i’m aiming right at the peep hole, jack
sell that **** for megatron in my t.o. bag
[chorus]
(sbdsm, sbdsm, sbdsm, sbdsm, sbdsm, sbdsm)
archive hat off the carmine 6s
tell a b*tch i need sp*ce like the hard drive glitch
you don’t ever wanna pour up, just part*time sip
tryna win without grind, gon’ have a hard time with it
pull up matte black cat, you think the dark knight is
i bet they don’t find a trace, i had a smart guy k!ll him
i don’t need the sun dependent and the starlight jets

[outro]
aye, aye, sh*ttyboyz

- babytron lyrics

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