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babytron - green lantern lyrics

[intro]
(let’s go, no way hozay)
yeah, heard it’s snakes in the grass i got a, whew, b+tch

[verse]
yeah, heard it’s snakes in the grass i got a weed wacker
every piece hittin in the store, i’m the green lantern
nah for real made ten off of three smackers
road runnin, ot, it’s f+ckin with my sleep pattern
used to hate when the chain on my bike pop
now it’s wide body, do the dash i’m livin life now
went to hutch off top, f+ck a icebox
in the windy city, sticks on us like the white sox
thank god, cause back then i ain’t have much
why the f+ck style biters tryna swag munch
used to crack jokes, seen him out, he ain’t laugh once
talkin bout you smoke za, you ain’t never had runtz
in the rental, i12 hooked up to the carplay
if i see them blue and red lights it’s a car chase
shoot mia livin life like i’m scarface
leave a b+tch sick, boy i specialize in heartbreak
droppin red in the sprite this ain’t a shirley temple
shoot here, shoot there, i done ran through thirty rentals
caught him at the red light, he tried to work the pedal
dog need a tet+n+s shot, hit em with some dirty metal
f+ck, get em outta there
feel like jordin sparks, 3.5, b+tch i’m outta air
get the head then i’m walkin out without a care
white buffs, mirror tint, boy your b+tch bound to stare
hittin hoes, see more b+tts than an ash tray
goin out like mike, bet i win it on my last game
sh+tty charm bust and i can’t forget the lab chain
how i’m feelin? f+ck an rt i want that lamb thing
how i’m feelin? f+ck a mil ticket want a billion
yeah i heard his song, truth is that ain’t really him
if you ain’t scam fam, nah you can’t get jimmy bent
group of hoes see me all i heard is “is that really him?”
spit fire in the booth i only drop gems
you typed a tough ass paragraph and did not send
you a role player, at the most you gon drop ten
hard body, b+tch i won’t break, i cannot bend
$200 tip to make up for my table manners
pull up on your b+tch, get in her walls, ima cable+man her
a hundred rounder, boom boom, bet we made em scatter
he tried to run off and get ghost and became a casper
on a samsung punchin apple products
b+tch you better shut up ‘fore i scam your mama
lemme talk my sh+t lil b+tch i ain’t have a dollar
pink runtz, pink triple s, yeah it match the ‘iagas
high as h+ll, blowin clouds like a comic book
pull up with a sk!llet on the, shh, and we got em cooked
whole pack of woods through, how the f+ck that (?) look
sh+t talker, boy this ain’t got no hook
[outro]
ayy, sh+ttyboyz

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