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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : XXX
(Enrgy made this one)

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, you better hit the ground
Tasmanian Devil, I hit her with the spin around
Cuddy taking hit after hit, he just might win Triple Crown

Shoes untied, off the shrooms, still won´t trip about a ho
You got shrimp up in you, bro
You got wimp up in you, bro
Birdie with a thirty, don´t you see it stickin´ out my coat?
It´s a button in my Goose, I´ll flick it to that mode
Brodie dropped a Yacht Master off of shipping out them loads
Last time you had a twenty, Trump was giving out them loans
Testers hittin´ like they Creed, junkies sniff ´em like cologne
We gon´ sip it, we gon´ pour, I ain´t pickin´ up the phone
When I was broke, they ain´t let my calls ring
Before I come down and get a bucket, tie my drawstrings

Out here aimin´ at the sky, who you shootin´ towards?
Out here cuffin´ nats and writin´ statements, where´s yo´ uniform?
Tell a bitch she can´t get anything except a unicorn
??? with yo´ ho, we in here doin´ porn
Shit, I made it through the storm, I give props to God
Triple-double every game, I´m like Oscar Rob´
Slide down, tap the trigger once, it´s like fah-fah-fah
Lil´ brodie glued his nuts on, he want a mobster job
(Yum) That´s a lobster chomp
It´s a boogie-woogie night, we posted where the monsters mob
This shit louder than a concert, let me put my ´Wood out

Boy, you the type to eat a glizzy miles from a cookout
Lil´ brodie ride the scooter through the hood, he paid to look out
I told him make it here before them if he see the hook out
Pull up to the spot, still pain, Quag´, Wocky, Tris
We got that, we got this, we got yeah, we got nah
This bitch hotter than H-E-double-hockey-sticks
Scammin´ flippin´ scripts, found a yerk in the floppy disc

(Okay, Enrgy) (Enrgy made this one)
Lil´ brodie tryna dodge, crime in the deep
He´ll put you on MLive, 9 in his jeans
If it´s RIP me, I died in my sleep
´Cause the opps ain´t on shit, boy, we slicin´ the beef

Head hit the top of the server, shit, I´m high as can be
Treat a Visa like a windshield, boy, I´m wipin´ it clean
Everybody covered up they ears, I´m just lightin´ my weed
In the jungle like I´m Tarzan, find a vine then I swing
Get the drop 5:59, we gon´ slide by six
Would´ve thought I had carpal tunnel, how I ice my wrist
Why yo´ bitch just like my pics? I think she tryna bite my dick
I need a tuxedo for my brain, how I mind my biz
If I hear a snake hissin´, I´ma let that Drac´ rattle
Cuddy, he got E´s, he got P´s like he play Scrabble

Like the last day of school, we could have a pape´ battle
Shooter put him in a cemetery but he ain´t Hackle
Ninety days in the Lab, I can teach you how to rap
Ninety nights on the road, I can teach you how to stack
Ninety days on the stove, unc´ can teach you how to trap
I wasn´t born in the nineties, I´m a 2000´s baby
Set the timer, tryna break a record countin´ eighty
Plug just shipped the load, you smoke over-the-counter eighthies
Never stopped the grind, we putting extra hours lately

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Milita

Long live $cams