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Johnny Dang
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BabyTron
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I am the King Hand me the [?] treat a ten like a six What y'all hoes?want??Y'all smoke or?want a fifth? Ain't no night spending,?use yo legs or call a Lyft Double G in money on me, come and get a sniff She know I'm finna kill it when I say I'm finna get behind On a bad day, me and Tron'll still hit Revive I'm just living life 'cause you know that you can't hit rewind You can hit it too, ain't no need to call the pu**y mine Tron called the bank, told her that we coming with a load B*t*h, I'm made of steel, to my n***as, I can never fold N***as biting styles, stealing swag, kinda feel like [?] How the f**k is you down to ride? You ain't never drove How the f**k is you down to slide? Ain't never shot a gun You only caught two or three jacks, that is not a run Exotic puff make me go, I got toxic lungs Looking like you far from a bag, better hop in one Where my lighter at? I ain't high enough Where my writer at? I ain't swipe enough No, you can't get higher, you don't drive enough Finna punch some Forces, these ain't white enough Sliding with a punch, f**k around and call me "Tronny K" Iced up, high as hell, looking like I'm Johnny Dang And I'm skating like I'm on a rink And I'm skating like I'm on a rink, it's a hockey day Punch [?] I'm addicted to hibachi place My young dawg'll pull up shooting sh*t like he Bronny James Six on a puppy, mad as hell that it ain't potty-trained Got that one drip, this ain't sh*t that you can copy paste B*t*h bad, kinda rude, she ain't got a waist I just tell her bend it over, I ain't tryna taste And I slam dunk in it, feel like Dr. J Did I mention that she kinda look like Lisa Ray? Top down, wind in my face, what the haters say? Always on my grind like come and see how do the skaters play Looking at this BIN like, damn, this package full of heavy weight Reaching for a chain? He better have a hundred on replace Big money, good d**k, this b*t*h gon' let me do whatever Bro ain't got no brain in his head, he'll shoot whatever Dee like, "How you hitting all yo shots?", I used to hoop, remember? Lil' b*t*h tryna act like me, now we rude together Bubblegum in the 'Wood, you hit it, it's gon' hit back Louis V do-rag on, designer belt to mismatch Hoes come in seven twos, they something like a Kit Kat Overhype pu**y, I be wishing I ain't hit that I be dragging bags like a face but that's not the case We could try to run it up together, you would rather race Tron like Kobe with the 'Wood, he would rather face These some basic-a** Air Maxes, it's about the lace Where my lighter at? I ain't high enough Where my writer at? I ain't swipe enough No, you can't get higher, you don't drive enough Finna punch some Forces, these ain't white enough Sliding with a punch, f**k around and call me "Tronny K" Iced up, high as hell, looking like I'm Johnny Dang And I'm skating like I'm on a rink And I'm skating like I'm on a rink, it's a hockey day
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