BabyTron - MySpace (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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BabyTron - MySpace (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
Bitch, I had a status before
Tom added my MySpace
Condo out the way, when winter hit,
I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my weight, my chains,
my pape', my eights, my drank
You wish that you was me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint
help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hundred
M's, I got the key for you
You ain't a stacker, you got zero
like Hector Zeroni (Shit)
Clip glued to my pelvis, I
step into Coney (Brrt)
Lil' brodie Kenny Smith how he
jet in the stoley (Skrrt)
Olympian, shit, how I'm feeling,
my necklace a trophy
VVs got me chilly, shit,
I caught the sniffles
J. Crawford, score a four
off the dribble
In that Bat Mobile, we spinned
the block, they tryna
solve the riddle (What?)
Too official, all I'm missing
is a ball and whistle
Shit, I'm speeding in the
Demon, it's not a Camaro
Living like the mob, Goodfellas,
I'm Robert Di Nero (The boss)
Rocking all this gold, I'm
on top like a pharaoh
Pull up to the spot to get some
gas, this is not the Valero
When I'm rocking apparel
Yohji Yamamoto, boy, I
be dropping dineros
Robbing through the hood, you
might get shot with an arrow
I was Prada'd up, double strapped,
you was rocking
some Aero (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma give it all I got 'til I drop
Fell asleep halfway, couldn't
even kill my pop
Boy, this bitch filled with Wock'
Gloves on, fill the chop
It could be ten years, bitch,
you know you still an opp
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, look, bitch
Spikes on the Loubs look
like a porcupine
Feel like D. Mitch, flying
'round with the .45
Two and a half pints, we poured
up like forty lines
Amphetamines, opioids
Catch him riding luxury and get
his Rolls-Royce destroyed
We gon' park his shit
Out in Troy with a sixty
on a Neiman Marcus trip
Shit, voices in my head,
I feel like Randy Orton
Probably 'cause I'm off a ten, but
brodie off the Xannies snoring
Tripping on the road
Interview to a show, switching
out my clothes
You ask the plug for twenty bags,
I'm digging out the 'bow
Cartis with the pointers, I got
boogers dripping off my nose
Let me know, I'll flick that switch
and get up in that mode
All these Vanillas on me, feeling
gifted in the store
Roadrunner, first dub,
I did it in the O
Need a jersey that say, "Maravich,
" how I pistol tote
Why the fuck he didn't shoot?
I think his pistol broke
Jordan every time I drop,
bitch, I'm 6 and 0
Bitch, I been the GOAT
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