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babytron & certified trapper - young fly mfs lyrics

[intro: babytron]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ahem
young— mo— mo—
ayy

[verse 1: babytron]
young fly motherf+cker, i might go to dc
touch at lax and then i’m headed towards the dt
somewhere on the beach, gettin’ blowed, but it ain’t seaweed
she a green like not no strawberry just a kiwi
life’s hard, so stop looking for a freebee (huh, huh, huh)
shouldn’t believe him whoever said it was easy (huh, huh, huh)
let a flame out the stick, this b+tch a tiki (huh, huh)
got a ghetto b+tch from south central like dashiki

full metal jackets for that cappin’, put him in his beanie
we was zootin’ in that shooter, now i pull up lamborghini

every timе she pop a perc’ with me she get to actin’ freaky
blowin ‘zoti, cuddy on probation, took a black and freaked it
have you ever seen yourself when you looked up at the tv?
pouring quagen on my way to cali, woke up, passin’ phoenix
rockin pradas, toting bl!ckies, sh+t i’m triple strapped at neiman’s
tryna take out anger, treat the trigger like a hand and squeeze it
he could never come back to this side, we got him banned for treason
twenty kitties back to back, let’s see who got the fastest demon (huh, huh, huh)
time to pray for akhi, he’ll wack a deacon (huh, huh, huh)
you ain’t durable, you’ll miss like half the season (huh, huh, huh)
unreleased gen+6, get blast to pieces (huh, huh, huh)
(and huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[verse 2: certified trapper]
all these chains on my neck, they ain’t moissanite
your moncler old as f+ck, i just ordered mine
what happened to your money on your borderline?
why you couldn’t pop a perc’ and had to snort a line?
excuse me ’cause i’m riding around with big sh+t
big sh+t, walk in galleria with a thick b+tch
thick b+tch, why you ridin’ in the car listed?
listed, air a n+gga sh+t like a whip+it
hop out, fat black trucks, thought it was obama (what?)
police b+tch called me, i don’t want no problems (what?)
my daughter like hundreds, she don’t want no dollars (what?)
f+ck a b+tch friend, ain’t got no condoms (what?)
a hundred ain’t sh+t, who your role model?
perc 10 after 10, can’t do no bottle
split a n+gga’s sh+t, can’t do no robbin’
turn a loss to a lesson, can’t do no sobbin’
all these f+ckin’ racks, need four pockets
get up on that stage, now the show rockin’
get up on this d+ck, b+tch, your time tickin’
i ain’t no motherf+ckin’ pimp, i just knock b+tches
what the f+ck it’s gon’ take for you to stop snitching?
hundred drum on that b+tch, it won’t stop hitting

[outro: certified trapper]
hundred drum on that b+tch, it won’t stop hitting

- babytron certified trapper lyrics

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