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lando bando & babytron – hottest in michigan lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(it’s lando, your b+tch know, don’t let your b+tch go, n+gga)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
oh, your last n+gga broke your heart? i can fix that
if the p+ssy ain’t got a scent on it, i’ma l!ck that
i know the b+tch got some good head, she got a big back
i just got two free pounds of weed, i’m finna flip that
hundred thousand dollars for the crib, where you live at?
you in the club four days out the week, where your kids at?
disrespectful, i’ll cut into a n+gga, like, “where your b+tch at?”
guaranteed if the b+tch let you f+ck, i can hit that

[verse 2: babytron]
break a brick down four times like a kitkat
do the grown ass man but still’ll get him kidnapped
head to toe, my ‘fit on point, my neck and my wrist match
would’ve thought the perky had some t++th, this b+tch just bit back
we’ll turn y’all kickback to a lay down
to a stay down
slidin’ down and turn your block into a playground
used to lol up in my comments, what’s thе say now?

[verse 3: rio da young og]
the pinky ring i bought eight thousand dollars
i just got down, sold him eight ouncеs of flour
makin’ ten racks to spit a track, you won’t catch me ’round no powder
i’m tryna cook two bricks, though, give me ’bout an hour
i’m easily jumpin’ on this beat
you ain’t paid your car note in three months, you gettin’ repo’ed, baby
i ain’t really good at drinkin’ fours, we pour eighters
i ain’t never smoke one gram, bro, we roll eighthies
left the crib broke, came back with a hundred, i’m a hero, baby
i could put ten phones in your name if you was zero, maybe
[verse 4: babytron]
never would i send the real drop, i sent a near location
openin’ a turkey bag of zotti, i can’t hear no hatin’
better chill out, know some hackers that’ll clear your savings
me, fallin’ off? i know it’s weirdos waitin’
the only thing i fear is federal bureau agents
gettin’ to it ‘fore i’m up for real, b+tch, i got zero patience
this b+tch gettin’ on my nerves like a neurosurgeon
plug tryna say it’s zotti, if it’s churros, merch it
out in london with that doggie, spendin’ euros splurgin’
my b+tch wrist van cleef and her purse on birkin

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
psych, b+tch, i’m not finished
guaranteed he won’t walk the same when this glock hit him
we the ones who’ll hit a n+gga, block him, drop fifty
if you ever seen rio out in public, had a pot with me
took a n+gga watch and stepped on it ’til it stopped tickin’
first gun i had was a glock, i never shot a [?]
you can’t take nine shots in the face, bro, you not 50
whipped out the heat and popped my cousin up, he had an opp with him

[verse 6: babytron]
took his pop and poured it out, the drank went real in it
sauce creator, what you gotta know, i wouldn’t steal in it
turned sixty down to [?] coach+lla, wasn’t feelin’ it
b+tch asked me what i want for christmas, a trillion
know a shooter who stay right off hayes but he ain’t k!llian
back to that trillion, i really need bazillions
tryna have a money race, ain’t got enough for zillions
red dot on his forehead, i think he indian
your b+tch a puppet, i’m a ventriloquist
i might fight a case over this beat right now, i’m k!llin’ it
rio, babytron the two hottest in michigan
scored on some hi+tech somehow, nah, we ain’t sippin’ trish
sh+ttyboyz dog sh+t militia
long live $cam

- lando bando babytron lyrics

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