Correction Lyrics Crunch Wrap Supreme by BabyTron

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Up a fist and get yo ho-a** smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?]?black
Throw?a skully on,?boy, we know that?s cap
That ain't?a boner, b*t*h, that's a whole-a** rack

Ayy, let him stand ten, bro?ll knock the heart out him
Chop do him sh*tty, probably knock a fart out him
Seen them M's coming so I'm feeling part profit
Got a Bon Jovi Visa on me so the card rocking

Huh
I got high and transformed like a Megatron
I might dunk on Boban if I stand on Tron
Who that b*t*h hear me ghost? Might be Cardi
I know my teacher sh*tty, boy, I'm TrDee

Teacher used to hate me, I was tardy
My new b*t*h exclusive, she a Barbie
She don't get sh*t for Christmas 'cause she naughty
I know the drawers dropping if I pull up in a Audi

Triple S, let me found out you rocking FUBU
Somewhere in yo b*t*h throat while I'm watching Hulu
Surfing in this foreign b*t*h, she from Honolulu
Sticked up in that field, feel like Shaka Zulu
Think I spinned a wheel through this b*t*h, got a fortune on me
My b*t*h ain't from the continent, got a foreign on me
Can?t pronounce the name of my whip, boy, it?s foreigns only
If we catch a opp at that b*t*h, we gon' torch the Coney

Oh, he ain?t die? Mm-hmm, torch the hospital
Balling up in Saks, drop thirty, I did not dribble
Go ahead and c*ck yo fist back, I'ma c*ck pistol
Leave his shirt red, I'm sticked up like a popsicle

Baby, let's get straight to the point, boo, let?s not riddle
When my Glock tell jokes, it say hospital
I cop whole meals now, I used to cop nickels
I know her a** was fake, it did not jiggle

You sit around on yo a**, n***a, is you cripple?
I knew I wasn't sh*t, I treat a dime like a nickel
Been a big boss, what the f**k is Malcolm in the Middle?
Bro keep staring, hold on, Stan, watch me throw the signal

Sauce God, feel like Sweet Baby Ray, n***a
I ain't a father but I got baby K, n***a
He ain't SB then I can't AVA with him
You a super ham, why you tryna save the day, n***a?
Give him thirty-five then twenty-five, DJ BJ
Ten vanilla five hundreds leaving out a speedway
Looking like Optimus flying up the freeway
Feeling like a pirate, pieces hitting down in PA

Rap n***as in they feelings, they might be gay
When I rap [?] it say replay
Slide in that b*t*h DM, I don't scam though
High as hell, when I land-o, it's at the bando

Pulled this gay b*t*h, told her throw away the dildo
They don't like me but they on my page, n***as weirdos
How you got the Fraud Bible, n***a, and you still broke?
I ain't even have to grab her head and she still choke

Yeah, I'm broke as f**k, that was sarcasm
Bro in the kitchen whipping, having arm spasms
DDT Visa work, boy, this card slamming
Every time I talk to a sl*t, it's like my heart vanish

Up a fist and get yo ho-a** smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black
Throw a skully on, boy, we know that's cap
That ain't a boner, b*t*h, that's a whole-a** rack

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