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babytron - alley-ooper lyrics

[intro]
yeah, okay, i swear to god
they can’t f+ck with me
hokatiwi
they can’t f+ck with me
they can’t f+ck with me
ha+ha, aye
aye, sh+ttyboyz

[verse]
two straps on, crazy that i’m sliding in some pradas
looking like the [?] now, the stone island balaclava
if we get our hands on some missiles, we gon’ probably bomb him
know yo pops mad he ain’t spend a dollar on a condom
turnt his ‘fro red, we just put the dennis rodman on him
lil’ eager b+tch sucked the d+ck then put on the [?]
head so heat in this b+tch, got a body on it
chop sing, see a opp and up the sterl gotti on him
you gon’ break yo neck diving in, you ain’t deep enough
done fighting wock’, drunk a cup and it beat me up
f+ck around and swing on a b+tch if she don’t swing the blunt
f+cked around and made ten before i ate my reese’s puffs
sleeve nash, alley+oop, sh+t, i went two for two
when i wake up, first thing i say is usually rude
could’ve telled the truth, told ma i was shooting hoops
i ain’t score a bucket in a while, i was shooting moves
b+tch caught me last week, guess what? i’m still cheap
i could be blind but an m, i think i’ll see it
death threats, i ain’t lose sh+t, b+tch, i’m still sleeping
filled the money counter last night, this b+tch still beeping
no cap, man, i know some real demons
catch a body, bank to the corner like the [?]
riding through troy, sixth sense, i can smell neimans
babytron lose a lil’ b+tch? that’s like h+ll freezing
lil’ b+tch, that’s like you winning
‘miri jeans like a graveyard, got some blues in it
run it up, he can’t keep up, it ain’t no juice in him
we’ll leave his block looking like a f+cking nuke hit it
coach plays, keep the cash, i should’ve went to duke with it
test tube’ll test her next week, it’s a new penny
flashy, spin a b+tch and f+ck around and juke with it
really finna have him sick, i hope he has some soup with him
huh, okay, yeah, okay, okay
rip hamilton, hollow tips, they done broke his face
they don’t trust you in the clutch, you gon’ blow the game
b+tch told me, “put the ‘wood down”, i’m just blowing pain
feel like donny bands, woke up and threw on my chain
gang still shining, all the dirt they threw on our name
be yourself, dude, why you tryna swerve on my lane?
promise i’ma end up on shore, put me on a plane
hopping out the hotbox, b+tch think the scat on fire
you cannot one up a g+nius, i’m a strategizer
me and dre in la, eighty dollar appetizer
better pay yo bm back ‘fore she flash yo tires
[?] my stripes ‘fore i ever came adidas fit
i ain’t need sh+t to hit the b+tch, you gon’ need a fifth
b+tch, i’m a sh+ttyboy, of course i’m a piece of sh+t
deep down inside yo best friend want some piece of this
and her head a thumbs up, she could’ve got two
tapping on my shoulder in the store, you could’ve got blew
pulled up missing all yo jumpers, could’ve cop [?]
sick as h+ll of the opps, man, i should’ve, achoo
and you loose, soft as h+ll, should’ve robbed you
glock 23 slam dunk, it got lebron moves
i’ma come moose knuckle, moncler, and cop goose
i ain’t bust no f+cking llama open but i got [?]
coupe don’t got backseats but it got zoom
b+tch know i’m a dog, pull up and i got groomed
we gon’ pull up deeper than a b+tch, i hope you got troops
one thing i love about myself is i am not you
i am not him, copy that? we are not shrimps
we’ll pull up dropping shots off [?] gyms
man, here go my b+tch calling right now
oh, you wanna know where i’m at? b+tch, i’m locked in
[outro]
yeah
ha+ha, yeah
they can’t f+ck with me, they never could but i gotta tell y’all one more time
yeah, okay
yeah, sh+ttyboyz
aye, sh+ttyboyz, sh+ttyboyz, aye

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