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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : MySpace
(Damjonboi)

Bitch, I had a status before Tom added my MySpace

Condo out the way, when winter hit I´m finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my way, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank
You wish that you was me, don´t you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M´s, I got the key for you

You ain´t a stacker, you got zero like Hector Zeroni (Shit)
Clip glued to my pelvis, I step into Coney (Brrt)
Lil´ brodie Kenny Smith, how he jet in the stoley (Skrrt)
Olympian, shit, how I´m feeling, my necklace a trophy
VVs got my chilly, shit, I caught the sniffles
J. Crawford, score a four off the dribble

In that Bat Mobile, we spinned the block, they tryna solve the riddle (What?)
Too official, all I´m missing is a ball and whistle
Shit, I´m speeding in the Demon, it´s not a Camaro
Living like the mob, Goodfellas, I´m Robert Di Nero (The boss)
Rocking all this gold, I´m on top like a Pharaoh
Pull up to the spot to get some gas, this is not the Valero
When I´m rocking apparel, Yohji Yamamoto, boy I be dropping dineros
Robbing through the hood, you might get shot with an arrow
I was Prada´d up, double strapped, you was rocking some Aero (Yeah, yeah)

My plays, my weight, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank
You wish that you me, don´t you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M´s, I got the key for you

I´ma give it all I got till I drop
Fell asleep half way, couldn´t even kill my pop
Boy, this bitch filled with Wock´
Gloves on, fill the chop
It could be ten years, bitch, you know you still a opp
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Look, bitch
Spikes on the Loubs look like a porcupine

Feel like D. Mitch, flying ´round with the .45
Two in the half pints, we poured up like forty lines
Amphetamines, opioids
Catch him riding luxury and get his Rolls-Royce destroyed
We gon´ park his shit
Out in Troy with a sixty on a Neiman Marcus trip
Shit, voices in my head, I feel like Randy Orton
Probably ´cause I´m off a ten, but brodie off the Xannies snoring

Bitch, I had a status before Tom added my MySpace
Condo out the way, when winter hit I´m finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my way, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank
You wish that you was me, don´t you?

Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M´s, I got the key for you

Tripping on the road
Interview to a show, switching out my clothes
You asked the plug for twenty bags, I´m digging out the ´bow
Carties with the pointers, I got boogers dripping off my nose
Let me know, I´ll flick that switch and get up in that mode
All these vanillas on me, feeling gifted in the store
Road runner, first dub, I did it in the O
Need a jersey that say "Maravich", how I pistol tote

Why the fuck he didn´t shoot? I think his pistol broke
Jordan every time I drop, bitch, I´m 6-0
Bitch, I been the GOAT

My plays, my way, my chains, my pape´, my apes, my drank
You wish that you me, don´t you?