a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

babytron - neymar lyrics

[intro]
talking to the mic, it’s no one else to vent to
he’ll go and blow it all, know when the rent due
we done quintupled their score, it’s like 10+2
he don’t know it’s drank at all, would prolly buy a fent deuce
never ever would i fold or break but b+tch we bend coupes
only date i’ll take that lil’ b+tch on is to the bedroom
couple thousand blues up in my jeans, you’d think my legs bruised

[verse]
(baby, give me some cash)
(sh+tty boyz)
chillin on the audemars, i’m in my rolliе era
catching plays in cartiers, i look like yogi bеar
tryna show the kid her goodies, you would think the hoe sierra
neighbor acting like she grabbing mail, stop being nosey sarah
that’s the burbs for you
i could be a pint of wock, i wouldn’t purp to you
i’m a hundred, ben frank, but never changing like a penny
used to have a piggy bank, i know to save it til’ it’s heavy
lil hoe got that water on her, type that’s breaking through the leavies
thinking he the comp, he must be out here facing blunts of fetty
eyes all around my head, ain’t no way to slime me out
spot looking like a dairy queen when it be 90 out
this b+tch slamming, this b+tch active, this b+tch whamming, this b+tch slapping
life a gamble and it’s obvious you threw a cr+p
they gon pick me up regardless, i ain’t gotta shoot for cap
add me up, you need the calculator app to do the math
tryna fit in with the gang, he f+cked around and blew his stash
i just checked doggies stats and it was goose eggs
i got lows catch some more, but this some new bread
talking bout your life a movie, must be bootleg
so many bitties in here going, i’ma need a few beds
yeah i f+cked but if i see her out, i got dementia
cream soda faygo, i done turned the pop magenta
thought he got a brick of soft, the rookie copped some splenda
shoutout to the fans that always try to push the tron agenda
shooter pulled up off the henny, f+cked around and j.r smith’ed it
picking up some chicken in the a but not no j.r crickets
you would think it’s tryna score a goal the way the ar kickin
sent 40 shots out the drum and now it’s neymar in it
couldn’t sneak the bl!cky, but my lil hoe got her taser in
tryna pull my b+tch with empty pockets, he done made her cringe
stick to uppin guns on multiplayer, you a gamer kid
700 horses in the foreign call it “lazer dim”
i wouldn’t even touch your b+tch with a stick
driver need to chill out speeding, it’s a brick in the lyft
hope your kicks got some grip, you might slip in the drip
you would think granny whooped it, hit my bl!ck with a switch
double cup is dirty than the f+ck, you’d think my pop stank
i ain’t squaring up in this chrome heart, no i am not tank
flashy with the fraud i’m signing fluke checks with my blanks
when it comes to playing roles with hoes, you’d think i’m tom hank’s
magic man, but i ain’t datsyuk
quick to put my hitter on your head just like some cantu
fn perform a face buster like it’s sabu
saved her contact as finish line, that hoe ran through
what’s on your feet, sh+t you musta cut the grass in those
ain’t no way you got some ass in those
his pockets tapped, you would think they couldn’t grab the ropes
lil brodie quit his job at kroger now he baggin dope
i hit his b+tch so he saying that we opps
but he ain’t on a thang, so i’m saying that we not
(sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, long live $cam, you know?)

- babytron lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS