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Por Favor
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BabyTron
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Undefined Huh, ayy, huh, ayy Wouldn't trip on a b*t*h if I was OT He ain't make it to the ER, left him OV All this Off-White on, I might OD I done threw the white lows on, I got coke feet Forty-thousand on me, finna get a four for four Spanish clerk and she cold, hit her with the por favor Had the Glock up in school, you could catch me horsing dorks .223s got the Holy Ghost, we'll send 'em towards the Lord The opps, they'll never win, they the Clippers now I just scammed a dumb white boy, I'm a n***a now? They got him ga**ed up, huh, boy think he Hitler now I just want the neck, old b*t*h think I miss her now I was out in Cali tripping, f**k around, got sunburn Cut into the lil' b*t*h lik?, "How the f**k that tongue work?" Befor? I pay for the sh*t, I gotta try a punch first Granny smacked the sh*t out me, I spent thirteen on one shirt Ran it up in Tennessee, I think I pulled a groin or something You ain't sucking d**k or balls? Better [?] or something I could probably win a split decision, how I score with punches If you see me, I'm with BabyTron, that ain't Dora cousin If I see an opp with the chop, I'ma boink his sh*t If he think he got the plug or something, I'ma yoink his sh*t At this point, I walk up into Saks and I point at sh*t Spike walkers with the glitter, on some flamboyant sh*t I think the opps practice homosexuality 'Cause they be d**k sucking, I don't know why them n***as mad at me At the set f**king up the cheese, I'm a cavity B*t*h, I'm up-up, I do not believe in gravity B*t*h called me white boy, had to f**k her with some rhythm Why my white-a** granny always f**king up some chicken? New fridge dispense Wock', got me slumped up in the kitchen Going eighty in the 'Hawk, damn, my stomach got to flipping Trackhawks, Track.2s, Balenciaga track shoes B*t*h little, a** fat, I like 'em with the tattoos I done made her cat ooze when I made the 'Cat zoom Unkie out there playing with them bricks like how Shaq do Tryna be Kung Fu Panda? There's the bamboo This motherf**ker f**ks up houses, ask his last roof You better not play your last song, you'd get your a** booed Been a motherf**king skywalker, you can ask Luke I can kick his a** with it 'cause the chop got a leg on it B*t*h, when I whip this motherf**ker out, put yo head on it Funny how we caught him in his Charger, left him dead on it Bro really cut with that Glock, he done bled on it You thinking 'bout that lil' b*t*h, she thinking 'bout me B*t*h, I'm thinking 'bout the money, that's the thing about me You could be a Hungry Howie, still wouldn't think about cheese Why the f**k all summer I was thinking 'bout sleeves? Mama said get a job, I was thinking 'bout Steve Kinda wanna get a Porsche, I be thinking 'bout speed It's a b***on in this f**ker, I ain't thinking 'bout keys In that rusty-a** Honda, boy thinking that he Dee Mask on, not 'cause Corona, this b*t*h breath stank If the flash hit him, he gon' have to get a x-ray Cool kid stunting on 'em, throw me in the X-Games Roman Reigns chop, do a move and watch his neck break Feel like Elvis with the Loubs on, I'm a flashy f**k Smack for some jacks then I go and pick the package up He got hit up top with the chop, he should've Daffy Ducked Sick this two man plan like we ain't actually up
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