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babytron - cheat code 2 lyrics

[intro]
dog sh+t militia, up some pape, yeah
dog sh+t militia, up pape and we
dog sh+t militia, i can up the stick or up some pape
yeah
ha+ha, yeah
h+lluva made this beat, baby
ha+ha, yeah

[verse 1]
dog sh+t militia, i can up the stick or up some pape
if i hit a ramp in the ‘cat, can d+mn near jump a lake
i put my pain in this wild rum, that’s why i stuffed the eighth
[?] paycheck and [?] and i’m still underage
i spent tuition on a hutch chain and i dropped out of college
riding ’round with gang, chop tucked in case we got a problem
scam star, don’t ask me ’bout no pots ’cause i am not around [?]
same person you would pass it to can’t get a lob up out me
hardbodied, ten toеs, b+tch, i’m solid to the grave
i f+cked up thе trust with my girl but promised i’ll change
brodie don’t smoke, he got a baby bottle for the pain
was rookie of the year two years ago then polished up my game
european sneakers, pull up shooting sh+t like [?]
the engine barking like a h+llhound when i’m skrrting through
bro’ll pull up shooting sh+lls out, off the turtle juice
the hoes can’t peep the cap but i can see the perp in you
feel like bret hart, hit the lil’ b+tch with a leglocker
you won’t see a crease when i step, nah, these the dead stockers
told my b+tch we eating eddie v’s, like, f+ck some red lobster
[?] tripping out the sun roof, that’s my headshotter
7.62s twist his ‘fro up, these some dreadlockers
drawls fancy than a b+tch, four hundred on some red boxers
[?] fake some back pain and then it’s to the next doctor
ain’t never sold a drug so it’s shout+out to them check droppers
[bridge]
first of all, a couple of things. number one, luka’s the truth. luka’s the truth. luka’s the best. i’m gon’ say it on national television, luka’s the best white boy i’ve seen since larry bird. this brother is something special

[verse 2]
huh, yeah
if i catch you in that droptop, you gon’ get yo top dropped
it’s backdoor season, you ain’t even hear that knock+knock
wock’ fizzle in the sixty forty like some pop rocks
send him sixty then we send him forty, left block hot
on the dark web punching like i’m oscar de la hoya
got my b+tch at the [?] throwing lobster in the boil
better know what seed you plant before you drop it in the soil
blowing zaza, foreign whip, it take exotic oil
stop saying that you sip lean, you nodding off on one
i ain’t got no storage in my phone, i cropped him with my gun
before edd, ain’t never seen y’all pop out with a dub
nine months later, none of y’all can pop out with a slug
unc’ said if he ain’t in the kitchen then his wrist broke
sixth grade, had the chuck taylors, now it’s rick owens
b+tch, i’m sick of all this f+cking playing, put yo lips on it
yeah, punch god, every one hitting, think my fists swollen
good on the seven [?]
born broke but i’ma be rich to death
hundred dollar three five, b+tch, i take rich+ass breaths
christian loubies hit for fourteen, i take rich+ass steps
huh, this a rich+ass life
self+scan hit for 5k, this a rich+ass swipe
off+white virgil jordan 1s, these some rich+ass nikes
if we catch dawg in left field, get his b+tch+ass right
lando got like thirty on his neck, on some light sh+t
he asked where the plug was, i told him, “by the light switch”
b+tch, i got the ups, i could dunk if i was 5’6″
hop on that f+cking macbook then overnight shift
smoking gary payton, put my lungs in the f+cking glove
[?] top, riding ’round, lil’ b+tch, i’m one of one
heard you got a glitch, i got one, let’s go one for one
out of town on that one, got my duffy stuffed
[outro]
yeah, b+tch
ha+ha, i’m a real life cheat code
huh, mvp season
luka trončić sh+t, you know what the f+ck going on
they can’t f+ck with me
could drop thirty on any night
triple double type sh+t
ayy, ayy, sh+ttyboyz (313 mafia)

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