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heavenly - babytron lyrics

[intro]
f*ck the fire, we got grease
sbdsm, 7772, it’s the other twenty three, [?] (oh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
huh, ayy

[verse 1]
this the life of the president
i move with elegance, i forgot that h*ll exists
i’ve been livin’ heavenly, i ain’t met a b*tch that’s celibate
actually, i ain’t met a b*tch who ain’t sellin’ it
this ain’t even kapital’s, i’m rockin’ vetements
the way i skate the h*llhounds, you think i’m rockin’ element
ride around with big sh*t, this chopper drop a elephant
granny trippin’ ’bout my pop, just stop, it’s medicine
went and checked the leaderboard, to you, the top irrelevant
i ain’t goin’ back and forth but got a tennis wrist
the other one plain jane, i’m on my presi’ sh*t
we need a case of that drank, bring the refreshments in
chain after chain, sh*t, i think i spent a crib
it’s time to hit the next chapter, that’s the end of this
when i’m doin’ fraud, i throw away all my penmanship
why you actin’ like you off a zag’, that’s a benadryl
why you actin’ like you caught a hat? you ain’t catch a k!ll
fresh on the road, caught a flat, and i’m pressin’ still
big cuz’ll press a opp and then go press a pill
why you actin’ like a vet, boy? that’s yo’ second drill
one more second with these pendants on and i’ma catch the chills
it’s time to fill my soda up with extra filth
let ’em try and charge up and he gon’ feel the tesla’s wheels
that’s a roadk!ll
brodie tryna make his way to the a, but sh*t, he out there in the o still
caught a play in roseville, at this point, she’ll smoke pills
titi out here feelin’ dope ill
retired, but i coach still
if you in the deep for real after so long, you’ll f*ck around and grow gills
i ain’t got no chill
that’s like three*fifty on the kid, even while i’m still rockin’ no grill
[interlude]
it’s the militia, so it’s madness
it’s the militia, huh, yeah
it’s the militia, so it’s madness
it’s the militia, yeah, uh*huh

[verse 2]
don’t play it like the pillman, that’s just a thirty pack
and don’t play it like the bold plug with just a turkey bag
she know i’m ridin’ ’round with dirty mack with her lil’ worried ass
but who really gives a f*ck about her lil’ dirty ass
not me, not me i, not tron
all you do is trick yo’ mans out, here go some pom*poms
sh*ttyboyz, hit yo’ crib and drop bombs
and i knew it was my time before i had the watch on
i just hit yo’ ho with the jeff hardy swanton
off the ropes, i just finished her
all these blues in the bag, salt and vinegar
i slayed yo’ b*tch down, hope i don’t get caught for k!llin’ it
you ain’t never won, sh*t, you even lost the scrimmages
i can walk that sh*t the same way i talk ridiculous
i can’t trust dawg and ’em, they’ll talk his witnesses
why you trust that ho? i can make her walk through michigan
you wouldn’t feel safe in these parts, i’m talkin’ treacherous
i make a b*tch break her neck, i’m talkin’ exorcist
all they wanna do is talk like letterman
i just got a cpn, i’m talkin’ credit lit
we’ll crack a hamhead ’til he credit us
brodie ran a quarter ticket off a credit, i mean debitless
d*mn, what type of debt you in?
who the f*ck let you in? nah, you don’t mix with us
titi think she in here flyin’ off the pixie dust
you ain’t got enough drank left to fill a dixie cup
sign a b*tch to death row then lift her titties up
bro ain’t f*ck around with semis, he gon’ pull a switchy stunt
i’m in a whole different universe, way past jupiter
i just got the brain in juju with a blue in her
it ain’t a dollar in yo’ pocket, you’s the stupidest
it’s a thousand ways to make a thousand, you on stupid sh*t
[outro]
oh, it’s bluestrip, baby

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