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lirik lagu next level 2 – babytron

[intro]
sh*t, i ain’t gon’ say this the last level, but we getting there
this the next level, next chapter, the new testament, bin reaper 3
it ain’t much more to say but, sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1]
sometimes, it ain’t about the shine, it’s the grind
sometimes, it ain’t gon’ be yo’ time, wait in line
sometimes, it ain’t about the shine, it’s the grind
sometimes, it ain’t gon’ be yo’ time, wait in line
you might take a hundred ls, but the dubs be the difference
pop a ten, i’m stuck as h*ll, whole time, i’m floatin’ to the distance
i remember someone askin’ me, like “tron, what make you different?”
i replied, “without i, you can’t even spell commitment”
do you get it? listen, i’m so f*ckin’ in the mix, bro can get it
hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
double, double luka troncic, you’ll end with six assists
i can tell you right now, what you doin that it isn’t it (sh*t)
[interlude]
brrt, brrt, brrt
b*tch, you better not try to touch me, if you do sh*t gon’ get ugly
if you do, sh*t gon’ get crazy, flood yo’ block like that b*tch haiti
brrt (huh)
you’re not making this easy, kyle (brrt, brrt)

[verse 2]
b*tch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, sh*t gon’ get ugly
if you do, sh*t gon’ get crazy, flood yo’ block like that b*tch haiti
maybach, fourmatic, five*eighty (skrrt)
took two fifty in mercedes (skrrt)
b*tches be so silly dilly, thinkin’ they can really play me
b*tch, you better not try to touch me, if you do sh*t gon’ get ugly
if you do, sh*t gon’ get crazy, flood yo’ block like that b*tch haiti
maybach, fourmatic, five eighty
took two fifty in mercedes
b*tches be so silly, dilly, thinkin’ they can really play me
mister take*yo’*sh*t, lil’ brodie seen more l!cks than envelopes
bustdown on my wrist, i’m up in strips, you think i’m sellin’ dope
thought he got wockiki, i done hit it with some methadone (ha)
met the plug in a small town by mexico

[verse 3]
you ain’t ballin’, you just talkin’ like an *n*lyst
scorin’ like a pink diamond, cup full of amethyst
you gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
sh*t, blue mendel’s receipt looking like a santa’s list
brrt, b*tch playin’ roles like she meagan good
i was young as h*ll with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
walk through, get respected as a legend should
cuddy found a glitch, cyber monday, heavy pressin’ juugs
my white boy tidus run routes like wes welker
308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
ha, ha, ha (boom)
fully in tornado mode, the opps gon’ prolly need the best shelter
when it comes to motion, i know every law like isaac newton
mansion with surveillance if you try it, you gon’ die intrudin’ (boom)
where i’m from, it’s the jungle with the lions groovin’
grades ain’t reflect it, but i swear i was the brightest student
sh*t, look now (brr)
i could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brr)
sh*t, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
sh*t, they create a g.o.a.t
bust ap on the planes, i’m gon’ play the rollie
on the same sh*t, like literally, i just ate some coney
i can’t trust n0body, literally, they just play it phony
still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
caught his duckin’ ass out like, “ain’t it some pape’ you owe me?”
[bridge]
rj always trippin’, rj always trippin’
shee, yeah, rj this the one, okay
big tripper vibes, you know what the f*ck goin’ on, huh

[verse 4]
it’s a glitch on this b*tch, both hands on the stick
she gon’ spit while she twist, both hands on the d*ck
blow bands, make some, ain’t no plans on the trip
if you risked what i risked, you’d be the man in this b*tch
it’s a glitch on this b*tch, both hands on the stick
she gon’ spit while she twists, both hands on the d*ck
blow bands, make some, ain’t no plans for the trip
if you risked what i risked, you’d be the man in this b*tch (brrt)
weed loud as f*ck, i need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
wocky, wocky, wocky, i done doubled up my cup
why you trippin’? all that stumblin’, now we done got the ups
touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
moncler bubble goose trench, i can’t rock makai
hundred up in hutch, now my kid look like haagen*dazs (sh*t)
i’m in the warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
only time you ever leveled up is when you got on cod
caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
let them f*ckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren’t mine (nope)
mastercard, mastercard, it’s clear the cart time
tesla s plaid, i don’t steer, the car drive (skrrt)
built the hustle, one of one, just check my dna (f*ck)
i’m in my crocs, with cups and pints, i ain’t no cna (f*ck)
i got the style, aj back in tna
on stage, crowd screamin’ “tron,” i knew i’d see the day
[outro]
sh*ttyboyz, dog$hitmilitia, yeah

- babytron

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