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babytron - poison oak lyrics

[intro]
i’m so high
i don’t even know how the f+ck i’m standing up
no fakin’
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, long live $cam, you know?

[verse]
tossin’ bullets out the window we ain’t littering
i’ll fl!ck the switchy on his bl!cky for that bickering
i know i’m firing off, his life just be fl!ckering
b+tch, talking bout she wanna link let me consider it
working on another mission cuz help me deliver it
f+ck a paper cut, i throw so much my fingers blistering
booted times two, i’m off a yerki in my timberlands
b+tch so cold, the way she ride me i be shivering
ain’t a thing different, his ramen still simmering
marni monster activated, my hoe rockin’ zimmеrman
pale bucket head, look likе a fisherman
catch a body with the .23, now jason richardson
diamonds glittering, boy get from round me, you be slithering
throw a muzzle on the arp, this lil’ b+tch whispering
at the mail box, i’m catching p’s like i’m pop filter
rose gold, white gold, two tone, this not silver
should’ve kept her hands off my sh+t, i think my pop k!lled her
i’m from where we turning 3d printers into glock builders
yerks got me feeling like i dove into some poison oak
crazy just for me to touch the corehead to annoy the coat
if you on our way, get out the way, better avoid the boat
buying everything for all the times back when my toys was broke
your ass lit, as a wet matchbook
militia meet, then putting dates, on the next ambush
talking about you eating good, but that chef can’t cook
if the bl!cky jam, show you how my left hand look
tell yo mans pay his bills, now he beefing with the repo man
couple hours counting cheese, then ended up with cheeto hands
couple g’s over a couple p’s, we got a kilogram
tell a hoe i want the neck above, so you can keep your pants
you rock badazzle[?]
now [?] i went to hutch and bedazzled ten cartis
zottie man pulled up with the flavors, applehead smarties
putting opp on the news, then throw a channel 10 party
i’m so stingy with the quagen, you can get a cap full
10k for the hoodie, half silk, half wool
you half ham, half burger
cuddy he a crack server, dirtied up the back burners
in ohio state, buckeye, looking for them troopers
still haven’t touched five, you lookin’ like a loser
teach a lesson with the drac’, you [?] looking like a ruler
hundred percent from the field, i’m looking like a shooter
[outro]
sh+ttyboyz dogsh+tmilitia

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