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babytron - paul bearer lyrics

(enrgy made this one)

smokin, oh my god
smokin swisher leafs cause the backwoods f+cked up
look at my neck, light show, b+tch i’m hutch’d up
turn my hustle to the max, b+tch i ain’t luck up
3.6 of runtz you get stuck off of one puff
touchdown that’s a six out here hut hut
so many dunks in my closet don’t know what’s what
point it at his toes turn his yeezys into foam runners
why the f+ck you put the cuffs on her she a known runner
3.5 durantula, b+tch i only blow thunder
high as h+ll on the roof drippin like a broke gutter
i do the dash and crash this b+tch i got full coverage
on the block with the big bees i think the hood buzzin
shoot the baby drac one hand it got the wood jumpin
rap star you might catch me in your somewhere in your hood clutchin
walked out crispy feelin likе i’m kidd today
doin 60 pourin kesha sh+t i had to hit the breaks
ain’t a shovеl, p+90 it’s gon dig his grave
deuce in my gatorade i’m shootin tryna win the game
(phew, ayy)
trackhawk d+mn near broke my neck tryna take off
boy i wish they would, do the race and shake the jakes off
2021 i copped a mower cut the snakes off
dealership new whip, i told em “take the breaks off”
when brodie slide it’s a hit like a drake song
trendsetter, not a wave rider i create sauce
on my way to it right now i can’t wait long
look me in my mirror tint you can clearly see you’re losing
look at your b+tch why she starin boy i think she choosin
look at your shoes boy you broke who you think you foolin?
b+tch let me send her up in sprint sh+t i think she stupid
we gon pop him in his cartis if he think he buff
orange and brown yeezy 350s look like reese’s cups
doggie can’t buy an eighfy so he takin breezy puffs
pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut
lookin like the auto shows scats irkin up the block
full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch
spillin wocks on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks
doggie layin in his bed cryin, hurtin bout a thot
can’t relate though
met my one plug in mexico i paid him pesos
seen my one op, i ain’t say sh+t i gave em halo
mike amiri’s b+tch see my jeans like “where they make those?”
maison margiela i got paint toes
bankroll so f+ckin big that it can’t fold
hunnid tucked, if i get caught that’s the case closed
you can go home with those xannies we don’t take those
you can go home in them converse we don’t wear them
told bro like when we pull up no you can’t spare them
fry his top with the chop, f+ck around electric chair em
yeah the glocks’ somethin like these nike sneaks we gon air em (ok)
undertaker, i don’t wrestle i’m with pallbearers
soarin in the track, 150 think the hawk scared her
so many red lines poured we typin all errors
wintertime i’m a road runnin nike jog wearer
summertime i’m the type to drop the top and hit the hood
$80 eighfy, zaza, you can’t hit this wood
at benihanas told the b+tch make sure my shrimp is cooked
timmy turner strapped up boy i wish he would
(heyy, sh+ttyboyz)

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