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butane baby - anh phoong lyrics

[intro: brandon mack]
uh, yeah
uh
uh
uh, yeah

[verse 1: butane baby]
when i walk in a room
my presence breaks necks like, yeah, i popped a balloon
footsteps sound effects when i’m walking, “kaboom”
neck like a chandelier at the top of the room
head to toe rcruu, antibox too
head home in a chopper, we was watching platoon
shot a rocket at your crew, better call up anh phoong
when i come up in your city, your insurance does too (uh)
[verse 2: brandon mack]
(uh, yeah)
hit a wack rapper with an invoice
slack and your whole life ‘bout to hit the endpoint
next point: we don’t f+ck with your crew
got your whole label stuck like a bucket of glue
(huh!) what you want me to do?
i can’t verify if everything you heard ‘bout me true
but i ain’t terrified of what’s in store, check the score
we on tour, and it’s checks galore (uh)
complain that there’s nothing on your resume
maybe cuz you never really resonated
pedo ass tried to f+ck with the kid
always rolling with the homies cuz your clothing is mid
i go plow on the tractors, we’ll ain’t you the sh+t
i pedal fast cuz these cataracts f+ck with my vis’
and i got assless chaps on for all my detractors
the whole industry front of me sniffing backwards
and i know you know my name but i’ll wait you to ask me like
1, 2, 3, 4

[interlude]
1, 2, 3, 4

[verse 3: butane baby]
and i walk back into the room
now everyone pretending like we always been cool
like, dude, lileeze, used to see you at school
like he wasn’t taking money that i needed for food
f+ck all you fannies, get used to stanning
your name not in my speech when i win me a grammy
can’t wait for when they hand me award, you thinking can he
like, wait, can he?
hi bae, when your girl walk my way
mad at me but it’s not coming out my face
she clean with the brain, i ain’t talking ’bout mind games
lab coat on like she tryna take over tri+state
these b+tches lost, ask how we so awesome
tossing all these qs falling, calling it autumn
awkward, cuz the answers, don’t even got ‘em
movies instinct, don’t think when i shot ‘em
[outro]
1, 2, 3, 4

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