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babytron - por favor lyrics

[intro]
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huh, ayy, huh, ayy

[verse 1: stanwill]
wouldn’t trip on a b+tch if i was ot

all this off+white on, i might od
i done threw the white lows on, i got coke feet

[verse 2: babytron]
forty+thousand on me, finna get a four for four
spanish clerk and she cold, hit her with the por favor
had the glock up in school, you could catch me horsing dorks
.223s got the holy ghost, we’ll send ’em towards the lord

[verse 3: stanwill]
the opps, they’ll never win, they the clippers now
i just scammed a dumb white boy, i’m a n+gga now?
they got him gassed up, huh, boy think he hitler now
i just want the neck, old b+tch think i miss her now

[verse 4: babytron]
i was out in cali tripping, f+ck around, got sunburn
cut into the lil’ b+tch like, “how the f+ck that tongue work?”
before i pay for the sh+t, i gotta try a punch first
granny smacked the sh+t out me, i spent thirteen on one shirt
[verse 5: stanwill]
ran it up in tennessee, i think i pulled a groin or something
you ain’t sucking d+ck or b+lls? better loan my coin or something
i could probably win a split decision, how i score with punches
if you see me, i’m with babytron, that ain’t dora cousin

[verse 6: babytron]
if i see an opp with the chop, i’ma boink his sh+t
if he think he got the plug or something, i’ma yoink his sh+t
at this point, i walk up into saks and i point at sh+t
spike walkers with the glitter, on some flamboyant sh+t

[verse 7: stanwill]
i think the opps practice h0m+s+xuality
’cause they be d+ck sucking, i don’t know why them n+ggas mad at me
at the set f+cking up the cheese, i’m a cavity
b+tch, i’m up+up, i do not believe in gravity

[verse 8: babytron]
b+tch called me white boy, had to f+ck her with some rhythm
why my white+ass granny always f+cking up some chicken?
new fridge dispense wock’, got me slumped up in the kitchen
going eighty in the ‘hawk, d+mn, my stomach got to flipping

[verse 9: stanwill]
trackhawks, track.2s, balenciaga track shoes
b+tch little, ass fat, i like ’em with the tattoos
i done made her cat ooze when i made the ‘cat zoom
unkie out there playing with them bricks like how shaq do
[verse 10: babytron]
tryna be kung fu panda? there’s the bamboo
this motherf+cker f+cks up houses, ask his last roof
you better not play your last song, you’d get your ass booed
been a motherf+cking skywalker, you can ask luke

[verse 11: stanwill]
i can kick his ass with it ’cause the chop got a leg on it
b+tch, when i whip this motherf+cker out, put yo head on it
funny how we caught him in his charger, left him dead on it
bro really cut with that glock, he done bled on it

[verse 12: babytron]
you thinking ’bout that lil’ b+tch, she thinking ’bout me
b+tch, i’m thinking ’bout the money, that’s the thing about me
you could be a hungry howie, still wouldn’t think about cheese
why the f+ck all summer i was thinking ’bout sleeves?

[verse 12: stanwill]
mama said get a job, i was thinking ’bout steve
kinda wanna get a porsche, i be thinking ’bout speed
it’s a b+tton in this f+cker, i ain’t thinking ’bout keys
in that rusty+ass honda, boy thinking that he dee

[verse 13: babytron]
mask on, not ’cause corona, this b+tch breath stank
if the flash hit him, he gon’ have to get a x+ray
cool kid stunting on ’em, throw me in the x+games
roman reigns chop, do a move and watch his neck break
[outro: stanwill & babytron]
feel like elvis with the loubs on, i’m a flashy f+ck
smack for some jacks then i go and pick the package up
he got hit up top with the chop, he should’ve daffy ducked
sick this two+man plan like we ain’t actually up

- babytron lyrics

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