Correction Lyrics Batmobile (Ghetts Remix) by Yungen

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ADP on beats, boy

From a youngin, I ain't had no chill
From the Hill like Jack and Jill
I ain't cool 'til stack a mill
Six figures on a Batmobile
Bro raps, but he has no chill
He really doin' track and field
I told him we tryna stack them mills
Two man up in a Batmobile

From Southside like Lloyd and Ashanti
They want war, me I send for my army
My cartel's too barmy
Rock the Dior so calmly
Tell shorty, "Welcome to the party"
Live my best life, shout out Hardy
I got matchin' whips with Charlie
Shoutout Sloth, the mandem's cut from a different cloth
Every weekend I'm in a different watch
Your block's always got a different boss
Tryna be calm, they know I'll mash him
Pull up in a tinted wagon
He's just cappin', the bros will catch him
I'll bе at home on pot, boolaggin'
I'm way too old to be doin' up road
I make bands off shows
Mе and the bros in the Bahia Cove
I even gotta have the toast
Man can't chat to me about hoes
We all know about loads
Cartier bangles, I got them in gold
I might get them all froze
From a youngin, I ain't had no chill
From the Hill like Jack and Jill
I ain't cool 'til stack a mill
Six figures on a Batmobile
Bro raps, but he has no chill
He really doin' track and field
I told him we tryna stack them mills
Two man up in a Batmobile

I'm from where the kids don't look up to you unless you pull up in—
Whoo, old school lottery, it could be you
Fast car, came from a local robbery good as new
All y'all bars sound like a list of things you wouldn't do
Look at the year that I've just had, man, can not pretend
Stop at the park, smite his wig, do damage again
Hi, I come right out the blue like a family friend
I said, "Babes, don't hold back talk, say it with Pamela chest"
Flats, no heels, Catwomen in Batmobiles
Pu**y purr, no Brazilian wax, no deal
Brr, you givin' a man cold chills
How you talkin' what do I bring to the table? You live in the bando still

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