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no fakers - babytron lyrics

[intro: babytron]
bta and she got up just laughin’
(wipe ya ass boyz)
nyah (ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
wipe ya ass boyz, yeah
my b*tch d*mn near bad as my— yeah, alright (reuel, stop playing with these n*ggas)
my ho d*mn near bad as my habits, no cap, look (shadow wizard dog sh*t militia)

[chorus: babytron]
my ho d*mn near bad as my habits, i put bta and she got up just laughin’
i wouldn’t be surprised if he came out the womb with a hat on, dude just cappin’
she like, “how you do that” he like, “how you do that” they like, “how you do that” just magic
i’m flying in traffic with clips like a movie, i set it off, it get dramatic
i want a jacob, not a patek
i don’t wanna lay up, i’ma slam it
i don’t wanna datejust, i’m fancy
said you pay well, ah man, family
they be all in the zoo playing hard like some apes, whole time they all chimpanzees
i wouldn’t say bro loose but he show off the loot, walked in here off six xannys

[verse 1: babytron]
better with age on the hat
better with age on the pants
i don’t wanna hear about bowl cut tron no more ’cause better with age in them plans
dudey a ham irl, i can sell him a eighth for a band
chances make champions, rollin’ the dice, yeah, i’m takin’ a chance
drummin’ drummin’ drummin’, bro he can play in a band
yeah, h*ll nah, i ain’t shaking no hands
bathing ape, i spent a day at j*pan
i can’t be fake, i won’t take an advance
i can’t be fake, i been taking them xans
everything fake on him, even his pants
i’m a no*faker, fakin’ at the plan
i’m a no*faker, fakin’ at the plan
i’m a no*faker, fakin’ at the plan, you hip?
[bridge: babytron]
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cam rip chris, t*double*h*l, sh*t, you hip skip? you know the script, wipe ya’ ass boyz, haha, nyah
i’m a no*faker, fakin’ at the plan
i’m a no*faker, fakin’ at the plan, you hip?

[verse 2: rell vert]
pop a n*gga just like he a xanny, she said she pregnant, well, get you a plan b
my new b*tch bad and my old hoes weak, i left, so they can’t stand me
i like thick hoes, gotta be candy
i don’t trust no ho, you can be playin’ me
took off a rapper and i didn’t plan b
two hoes in my bed right now, they sharin’ me
f*ck at the crib, we can go to the bnb
my opps too broke, they ass not seein’ me
i don’t respond to ’em, put them on dnd
he was a cool n*gga ’til he got hit with heat
the smoke, we leave it in the streets
yo’ bro, he a ho to me
the scope, blew opps out with ease
yo’ ho, she’ll f*ck me and leave (dumbass)
uh, uh, uh, louie v all on the shirt
you better not leave yo’ b*tch around the gang, if you do then i’m gon’ flirt
flrr*pah, flrr*pah, forty in they back like a burst
why opp got caught in a uber?
they mad at us, he got did the worst, d*mn
how many died in a month? they cursed
she wanna f*ck me, lil’ vert, he turnt (i’m turnt)
she wanna f*ck me, lil’ vert, he turnt, uh, uh, uh, uh
she wanna f*ck me, lil’ vert, he turnt and i’m burnt, on gang

- babytron lyrics

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