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babytron - 2k server lyrics

[intro]
getta beats
ridin’ ’round, two straps with a—
you would miss me all the time when i ain’t— (yeah)
yeah, alright, got it (yeah), yeah
yeah

[verse]
sky+blue lamb’, but i’m on the land with it
that’s a noyard bag, zero bands in it
if it ain’t the dog pound, it’s probably land business
you would think we goin’ hyphy, we got mad switches
lil’ fuzz got one pack of masks with ’em
he don’t even need a pistol, he’ll scr+p with ya
stop talkin’ ’bout the bowl cut, that’s the past of me
eight thousand dollar chrome pants, yo’ b+tch’ hands in ’em
eight thousand dollar bowl bags, we be waxin’
you would think we sell it for the state, we be taxin’
pop spike, f+ck around, see me laggin’
the clerk won’t cash in, i think hе think we scammed ’em
i dock thе heel hound like some hot wheels
you’ll never know how the top feels
but yo’ b+tch, sh+t, i know how her top feels
tried to give my b+tch balenci, but she only cop heels
all these created players, it’s like a 2k server
put that bankroll down, it’s just 2k, burger
lil’ fuzz out with two k’s lurkin’
if he hit a hat, we gon’ get paid for two days workin’
b+tch say i ain’t a reel+it+in type
but i know, it’s the ice and the life i live
bro, he ain’t sippin’ on an ordinary sprite
it’s either spike with a five or the pie or trizz
it’s cool to stack the paper, i know, but go make investments
what type of archetype are you? go and change the tempo
who on god’s green earth made yo’ pendant?
it ain’t no elephant around, they be fakin’ tension
i just stay out the way, that’s how i deal with fakin’
i just stay out they face, that’s how i deal pain
another deal on the way, plus real estate
you will be never be where we be feelin’ safe
they’ll try to fake real then steal
you gotta watch the back and the sidedoor
ballin’ like i’m shaquille o’neal
we’ll probably have the answer for ivo
i know i’m flyin’ down the a, but i’ma smoke still
i just got here from southfield to roseville
fuzz used the bloodhound, now he smoke pills
i know i said i left the game, but i coach still
that ferrari truck look nice
d+cky scrubs on, you will get yo’ tush wiped
talkin’ ’bout you took strike, ain’t even took bikes
it’s currently goin’ on like, “what it look like?”
the whip got a bbl, this a wide body
b+tch burn in h+ll, why you talkin’ ’bout five bodies?
you lyin’, you gotta times that by five
unc, fifty nine bud in his mind, this is prime
i could go vintage, i could go futuristic
i could go current, but yo’ ho the goer
i could go to lennox, i could go to summer set
i could go to europe, might just soho it
we mia from little haiti down to brickell
yo’ b+tch a nightcrawler, eatin’ pounds of pickles
i ain’t bougie, i split it down the middle
yo’ b+tch ain’t bougie, bro ‘nem split it down the middle
the bowl short, who’s dipped it in the skittles?
i ain’t listenin’ by chicken if it’s litter
heard he died in the middle of him liftin’ up his pistol
b+tch cook, she just sittin’ on the griddle (oh)
you is not the boss, you in the middle of the middle
i shoot quick, ain’t no dribble after dribble (swish)
[outro]
sbdsm, 777, supertron

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