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babytron - lion's den lyrics

[intro: babytron]
(it’s a wayne beat)
nyah, nyah, hrr, hrr, alright, look, hey

[verse 1: babytron]
work jumpin’ out the gym
this a chopper, good for cuttin’ off his limbs
new jacks, yeah, they come without the sim
sh+t, it is what it is, we not cousins, we not kin
we not newbies, but we campin’ out his crib
let it flash, this b+tch bright like a lamp without a lid
summertime, they usually stop, i’m tryna stack it off the grid
slobbin’ off the baby bottle, wish my jacket had a bib
reach for a chain, gon’ prolly have to fight a bid
all top shelf, you be lightin’ mids
i ain’t wrestlin’, do i look like the miz?
when this beef sh+t is up, f+ck around and find your kids
you think you gon’ make it out of the lion’s den?
thinkin’ you got what it takes? go ’head and lie again
thinkin’ you gon keep up in the race, go ’head and try again
boy, that b+tch a six, why you trеat her like a ten?
livе from the lab, fire in my pants
i ain’t bring a dub out, a dime in the bag
can’t control the trx, i might drive through the grass
if i catch y’all in the hood, we can’t sign you a pass
you can die with a strap, you ain’t god, dude
they like, “tron, why you work so hard?” sh+t, i got to
zotti back around, i had to wait until the crops grew
that tough character you playin’, that is not you
shoutout to the hitman, he just shot the shotters
shoutout to the jank crew, they just robbed the robbers
throw a b+tch in the deep, but i won’t aqua+tot her
why the f+ck you tellin’ me you broke? sh+t, i’m not a sponsor
glocky with the fully switch shoot like a minigun
yeah, i love rap, but reminiscin’ on them giffy runs
b+tch, stop actin’ real, you went and got your titties done
every time they see me with it, they like, “give me some”
and that sh+t crazy
doggybone f+ckin’ on that rat, he might just get rabies
where will them risks take me?
will them risks break me? i don’t think so
ice so froze, in the summer, rockin’ mink coats
what the f+ck? you don’t know the g+code? you gotta leave, bro
grand wagoneer, if you don’t move, i bet i steamroll
if i push a b+tton, they gon’ blow like some c4
came in the league last pick, bet i leave gold
[bridge: babytron and lazer dim 700]
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, long live $cams, mm, mm, mm, mm+mm
on gang, on gang, on gang, on gang, on gang, on gang
n+gga, uh, on gang, on gang

[verse 2: lazer dim 700]
n+gga took too many drugs, now i feel crazy (crazy)
n+gga geeked off the drank, now i feel lazy (now i feel lazy)
and my partner scammed another play, he gotta extra+pay me (extra+pay me)
they gon’ tell them everything they know, they need an extra statement (extra statement)
smell like za everywhere i go, that be my favorite fragrance (favorite fragrance)
n+gga ain’t have to rip that store, this sh+t ain’t back in the ’80s (back in the ’80s)
think you geeked up off that blow, you push up, actin’ crazy (actin’ crazy)
everything i got for the low, i ain’t spendin’ no extra paper (paper)
i just touched down, me and lil’ bro, we switched the location (switched the location)
and my pockets gettin’ cheddar, drip gettin’ chubby (i’m fat)
gambled and lost the racks, i guess i wasn’t lucky (guess i wasn’t lucky)
he was spooked before they spint, n+gga been ducking (n+gga been ducking)
i got racks, hoes know it, nah, i ain’t actin’ it (i ain’t actin’ it)
it smell like the armpit, the za musty (the za musty)
me and tron steph and klay, we get buckets (we get buckets)
you get crossed out on that play, you get nothing (you get nothing)
n+gga armed in any place, we like, “f+ck it” (like, “f+ck it”)
give your stick to one of us, it’s gettin’ rusty (gettin’ rusty)
i should’ve charged you to kick it with me, you really lucky (really lucky)
tron got me on somethin’ different, i’m like, “f+ck it” (i’m like, “f+ck it,” i’m like, “f+ck it”)
i was tryna shop, but they charging crazy (but they charging crazy)
fill up on that wock’, now i’m drivin’ crazy (drivin’ crazy)
i was geeked, i thought the stop sign said, “go” (i thought it)
tried to tell lil’ twan to chill, he in red mode (he in red mode)
tried to vacuum seal the zaza, this sh+t got an odor (this sh+t got an odor)
too much racks for wallet, put it in a folder (put it in a folder)
i put drank inside a pop, put it in a soda (put it in a soda)
treat the drac’ just like a baby, should get a stroller (should get a stroller)
put the racks inside my safe when it get colder (when it get colder)
[outro: lazer dim 700]
whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, on gang
on gang, on gang, on gang, on gang
on gang

- babytron lyrics

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