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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : Lalaland
(Enrgy made this one)
Ayy

Pale jeans, but the pop look like Thon Maker
Go and check the leaderboards, I´m the top player

Sosa with the short dreads, I´m a thot breaker
Quagen got me catchin´ Z´s, catch me out in lala land
Cherry poppers, boba tea, I´m with the zaza man
Lil´ cuddy eatin´ off the apples like Carlito
Tour stop in Nashville, done fucked around and saw Starlito
Tryna be a rapper, you can´t even buy a beat
Tryna be a rapper, you can´t even buy the lease
Why the fuck you buy the shirt if you can´t buy the sneaks?
Catch a flight OT, I´m tryna get high in peace
I got murder on my mind, burner on my side
I don´t usually blow Cookie, but the Berner´s get me high
Y´all a burger and some fries, you and your mans
If it´s ever rap beef, it´s fuck you and your fans

Ain´t no tryna double back, it´s fuck you and your chance
The second it goes up, it´s fuck you and your family
Fuck you and your auntie, fuck you and your granny
Fuck you and your daddy
Lookin´ at the wall at the crib, all I´m missin´ is a GRAMMY
Loadout got completed, I was missin´ just a Banshee
They can´t get me out the booth
The way I´m standin´ on the business, they can´t get me out the suit
Finna surprise the world again, they know what Jimmy ´bout to do
They be duckin´ when they see us, ´cause we really ´bout to shoot

Where you end up in life, shit, that´s really up to you
Got a hundred things to say, but ain´t got fifty bucks with you?
Chains full of ice cubes, you ever seen a dead body?
Tryna be a funny guy, why you tryna Redd Foxx me?
We gon´ fuck around and headshot him
Fuck hoes, drift whips, shoot blicks
Smoke dope, sip drank, shoot trips
Stack pros, make more, move bricks
And I still scam on the side, I got ten hobbies
Every day of the week, I got a bag
Every month of the year, I gotta stack
Boy, do you got a strap? You ain´t gotta act
You ain´t gotta cap, you ain´t gotta hat, boy
Where the fuck you at, boy?
Me, Glock, and fap-fap, we ridin´ past Joy, we just left Press

Hit her with the dick, she needs a week bedrest
I learned two Perc´ 10s equals less stress
The more time lollygaggin´ equals less motion
It ain´t never been the block, they on the ´net posted
I might get this ho a pendant out of Hutch, her neck golden
Ooh, I mean cold, shit, her neck frozen
Don´t get bamboozled
When I´m feelin´ bougie, shit, I eat lamb noodles
We pits, you a damn Poodle
I can sense when the love genuine
Said you tryna make a dub, hit the store, I´ll send you in
Miyamoto Usagi, my jack jumpin´ like a rabbit, catchin´ plays is a hobby
You ain´t ready for the wave, was raised to play in tsunamis

That shit fucked me up when you left, don´t be sayin´ you got me

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam
This shit forever, live from the Lab