Correction Lyrics As-salamu alaykum by BabyTron

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RJ
Ayy, some Percs feel right, the other ones don't
Some Percs feel right, the other ones don't
Ayy
RJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping, man
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Sh*ttyBoyz

Some Percs feel right, the other ones don't
Some b*t*hes love me, the one I love don't
Crazy when I stopped hooping, I up score
What goes around comes around, life's a jump rope
Punch God, Sleeve Nash, I'm the Punch GOAT
Went from the nosebleeds to the front row
I ain't fix sh*t 'cause I swear it wouldn't broke
Cranked the meter till it brok?, this that one mode

Man, why the f**k do th?y hate on Tron?
I'm just tryna make some pape in my Saint Laurent
And if he play with my pape, send him straight to God
B*t*h a freak, got more bodies than Genghis Khan
Woke up wanting drip, I'ma hit Neiman's
Early bird gets the worm so I quit sleeping
Spud Webb in that kitty, I'ma mistreat it
Smoked a 'Wood and bought a gun, now you a big demon?
LOL, f**king cornball
Human now but I swear I was born dog
Brand new Goose coat, brush the storm off
On fire, see an opp and I'ma torch dawg
Huh, you gotta know the real comes with fake
Huh, you gotta know the real comes with snakes
Huh, secret sauce, it's still in the safe
Huh, that b*t*h only real in yo face
B*t*h burnt a bridge, hit the store and burnt it down
For every time they turned on me, hit a turn around
They ain't f**k with the wave but they surfing now
I used to give hoes d**k, gotta earn it now
Oh, that b*t*h? Yeah, I probably dog her
Scored off the punch, b*t*h, I'm a karate baller
Spice God in the booth, I'm a wasabi talker
This b*t*h a demon with the neck, she her mommy daughter
Dee a volleyballer 'cause he setting plays up
I was getting neck on the live, throwing gang up
Slatt, slatt, send a, watch him raise up
Yeah, Drake Bell up in Hutch, sick I came buffs
I always hear the same stuff, you're not original
Ichiban got me in her throat, on the biblical
Always in my phone, God, this b*t*h miserable
Two cards, if it don't hit, do the switcheroo
As-salamu alaykum, go and greet Allah
Walk around in designer? You got three dollars
Lil' b*t*h called me "baby", I don't see Sada
Eating alligator bites or I could eat Guyana
Some Percs feel right, the other ones don't
Some b*t*hes love me, the one I love don't
Crazy when I stopped hooping, I up score
What goes around comes around, life's a jump rope
Punch God, Sleeve Nash, I'm the Punch GOAT
Went from the nosebleeds to the front row
I ain't fix sh*t 'cause I swear it wouldn't broke
Cranked the meter till it broke, this that one mode

Some Percs feel right, the other ones don't (Born for this sh*t, man, I was destined for this sh*t)
Some b*t*hes love me, the one I love don't (I got a lesson in that b*t*h)
Crazy when I stopped hooping, I up score (Lucky as hell like I wrote a seven in this b*t*h)
What goes around comes around, life's a jump rope (Run up on me, I got Heaven in the clip)
Punch God, Sleeve Nash, I'm the Punch GOAT (On God, man, Sh*ttyBoyz, it's our year, I swear to God)
Went from the nosebleeds to the front row (I don't f**k with you if you ain't us)
I ain't fix sh*t 'cause I swear it wouldn't broke (And if you ain't us, don't, don't ever look at me)
Cranked the meter till it broke, this that one mode
F**king dummy
Sh*ttyBoyz

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