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babytron - pissed off lyrics

[intro]
(1waykay, you went off on this b+tch)

[verse]
f+ck around, and drop the top on the coupe
aye, yeah, yeah
f+ck around, and drop the top on the coupe, aye
762’s, tryna knock him out his shoes, aye
reach for this chain, f+ck around and make the news, aye
reach for this chain, quickest way to get you blew, aye
ten toes, b+tch i’m standing on them ’till the day i’m gone
would’ve thought the glock was full of runtz, we done made him float
sh+tty boyz, babytron, she choosing if they play a song
secure the bag, ot, i’m finna take it home
i’m the punch king, you cannot take my throne
this some creed, hundred dollars when i spray cologne
i don’t even know you, why the f+ck is you hating bro?
p+ssed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor
stuffin d+ck in this b+tch mouth, i’m tryna break her throat
would’ve thought my parents wasn’t human, they done made a goat
winter time, imma throw some money up and make it snow
(every time you shoot you miss your shot, that’s why your rating’s low)
every time you shoot you miss your shot, that’s why your rating’s low
in the trenches, iced up, sh+t forgot i’m famous, bro
let a clown think sh+t sweet, we ‘gon paint his nose
margiela stepping, if i trip, i might paint the floor
one man army, but i ride around with six weapons
do the dash and swing the wide+body, it might get hectic
unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson
[?] selling sauces, 10k just for six methods
ten thousand dollar fit on, walking around through the opp sh+t, huh, they won’t touch me though
half sleep, flying off some wock, i’m just chilling in the c+ckpit, huh, i just drunk a four
i can switch it up, they missing sh+t, they bl!ckies glitching up
i can’t have a b+tch around me if she on some iffy stuff
i have this nine flying at you, like when iggy jump
b+tch tryna ride me like a horse, i told her giddy up
you still got a ten, you need to get it up
wock party, you need 500 tryna hit a cup
bob marley, imma face this b+tch, you can’t hit my blunt
chopstick, swing around and doo+ if he feeling tough
huh, took his carti’s he was feeling buff
ex+b+tch losing, seen her out, looking hit as f+ck
mike amiri, newest season, make it hard to drip with us
pedal pushing, in my triple s’s, finna triple up
‘tuh, keep a hammer like i’m triple+h
wednesday, two o’clock, i’m at fleming’s getting steak
everything heavy, b+tch you playing with some little pape’
everything heavy, b+tch you playing with some lil weight
i was f+cked up, they seen me hungry, they can’t get a plate
twelve fl!cked me, like i hope they know i’m finna get away
remember being f+cked up, was praying for a bigger play
b+tch i know you see my chain, i’m looking like the sh+t today
why the ugly hoes always instigate?
ugly road, b+tch talk loose, up it in her face
been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
bro caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates
phew, aye
aye, aye, aye, sh+ttyboyz

- babytron lyrics

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