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babytron - king of the galaxy lyrics

king of the galaxy lyrics
[intro]
high as h+ll—, f+ck
high as h+ll moon—, uh
(its lando, yo b+tch know, don’t let yo b+tch go, n+gga)
(infinity turnt me up)

[verse 1 + smooth criminal beat]
high as h+ll moonwalking, smooth criminal
ha+ha+ha, nah, for real, i feel like mike jack
so much money in my jeans, b+tch, the blues visible
huh, b+tch, we call that sh+t a “thigh pad”
rap star, sh+t, i’m feeling like i’m polo g
got a pole on me in a thousand dollar polo tee
bro scored, thank god wasn’t no more lean
dropping red in my pop, i don’t pour no green

[verse 2 + who want smoke beat]
what the f+ck is that? (what the f+ck?)
unky in the trap with oranges like a pumpkin patch (sh+t)
up the strap and double back, i’m laying something flat
getting work out like a gym teacher, it’s like jumping jacks

[verse 3 + what’s poppin’ beat]
i got two sticks, alright
two sticks, twenty+one, we’ll blow him out
moose knuckles, goose, or the ‘cler when it’s snowing out (sh+t)
that’s some tris? better pour it out
twenty h+llcats when we rolling out
big dog sh+t, blues on me, i’m just showing out
had to blow dawg down, heard that he stole an ounce
[verse 4 + first day out beat]
trackhawk too fast, scamming off of two jacks
caught him out in traffic, left his lil’ whip with two flats
call habibi, he said “he gon’ do it with his new strap”
talking ’bout he f+cking with me? that’s some true cap

[verse 5 + lane changing beat]
four of quagen, finna quench my thirst
chop futuristic, we’ll knock him out the metaverse
unky finna make the dog fight, he gotta pet it first
called him “mordecai” ’cause everything he doing regular
off a three+five of sp+ce+x, i done left the earth
caught him at the red light like, “show me how that pedal work”
mr. go two hunnid, i done f+cked around and wrecked the ‘vert

[verse 6 + nun major beat]
hunnid ball on me, this ain’t nun’ major
you ain’t got a job but on the ‘gram, you a f+cking hater
twenty+some’ coats, i got moncler bubble flavor
bubblegum gelato got me flying, b+tch, i’m high as h+ll
huh, i think i just landed up on neptune
pretty b+tch with me, she a dime, boy, she fine as h+ll
she won’t talk to you ‘less your check blue

[verse 7 + bad bad beat]
riding ’round in h+llcats and scat packs
had to take my hat off in the booth, ’cause i don’t rap cap
quarter ticket in my backpack, i might flash racks
send them robbers up into your crib like, “where that stash at?”
[verse 8 + sold out dates beat]
skrrting in the—, yeah, okay
skrrting in the ‘ghini, it’s a urus, finna swerve it
brody got the soda in the yola, finna stir it
in the booth locked in, i gotta get it perfect
game winner, i hit it, you be feeling nervous
tried to stop the shine? had to go and fix the curtains
ahki slid down, finna go and hit his turban
all that lying in his songs? sh+t, i’m finna turn it

[verse 9 + 6 foot 7 foot beat]
six foot, seven foot
jeans mike amiri, coat a goose, i think the sneaks from europe
pint of quagen, ain’t no aunt jemima when we drinking syrup
i don’t need a p to turn up, slide on sober mode
whoever thought that they was king of rap, you getting overthrown

[verse 10 + middle child beat]
two glock 23’s on me, that’s a pair of mikes
he a hothead? finna go and check his fahrenheit
jack man, finna get ten through the air tonight
if it’s up then it’s stuck, i hope you ain’t scared of heights

[verse 11 + dirt off your shoulder beat]
riding round with two glocks, they both the newest gen’
up in neiman’s, f+nny full of sh+t, i got some blues to spend
heard he wanted hit+on+hit then why he out here juking then?
doggy rocking bari acting tough, he finna lose some friends
[verse 12 + through the wire beat]
it ain’t an l, you learnt a lesson from it
you saying free your mans but you ain’t even send him nothing
sp+ceship and turn it to a martian if i press this b+tton
somerset king, if i’m in troy, b+tch, i’m spending something

[verse 13 + f+ckin problems beat]
sipping out the baby bottle, toting baby dracs
hustle ’round the clock, 365, ain’t no lazy days
need the golden glove, i’m ’round this b+tch catching crazy plays
on collins ave, i’m mia like i’m babyface

[verse 14 + from the d to the a beat]
b+tch, i feel like ace hood, i woke up in the ‘gatti
had to backhand my lil’ cousin, he just spilled some wocky
five+star tellys, zack and cody, tripping in the lobby
hunnid overall, you can’t really do sh+t to stop me

[verse 15 + the race beat]
if i ever see the jakes, gon’ have to do the race
in here racing to the pape’, my footwork human race
woke up, sh+t, i’m finna face, i d+mn near blew an eighth
woke up, finna blow some pape’, what you gon’ do today?

[verse 16 + lemonade beat]
bape hoodie on, paid a stack for it (yeah)
real source, i ain’t never have shortage (no)
sleeve nash, i had my mans score it
steak fiend, finna go and grab morton’s

[verse 17 + f+ck up some commas beat]
talking ’bout the plug? you ain’t got a play
red bottoms on, i’m like, “ándale”
already got two, finna drop a chain
if it ain’t about blues, i don’t wanna hang

[verse 18 + love sosa beat]
shooter caught an opp, on some loose sh+t
b+tch, i feel like young sosa in the true fit
unc’ in the pharm’, walking out with a new script
counting blue strips in ruth chris, on some rude sh+t

[verse 19 + in da club beat]
where the f+ck i’m at? i think i’m in the club
i might make it thunderstorm, i’m playing with a dub
doggy wore that hoodie for a month, throw him in the tub
2016, tron was active, probably getting plugged

[verse 20 + the real slim shady beat]
it’s only one babytron and i’m standing up (i’m right here)
finally made a ten ball, oh, you active, huh?
lemme take this 201, i’m finna jam and punch (yeah)
rip kobe, i’ma take the shot, i can’t pass it up (i can’t)
back in high school, i would’ve had you scared to pack a lunch
flash and the beam, the chop call of duty pack+a+punched
skinny motherf+cker but i swear that the glasses buff
king of the whole galaxy, might blow a planet up

[outro]
dog sh+t militia, sh+ttyboyz
you know what the f+ck going on, man
king of the whole galaxy, they can’t f+ck with me
you know what the f+ck going on
sh+ttyboyz

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