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No Hook 3
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BabyTron
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Put some numbers on you squares like a calculator Don't jump stupid, bro will put you on a ventilator Black and gray Balencis, looking like a damn Oakland Raider In Neiman's tripping, almost fell down the escalator Bro been rolling all week off them damn pills Made six in thirty like them damn basketball drills Run up on me? Swear to God sh*t gon' get real Looking like a construction crew with these big drills I'm just balling in Ypsi like I'm George Gervin Good four in this cream Faygo got a n***a swerving Need the crud? Call bro Dre 'cause he out here serving Served a fiend two eights lik? that n***a Michael Irvin I don't wrestle, b*t*h, do I look lik? Randy Savage? Explosive tips up in this clip, they hit you, they gon' do some damage I don't play with n***as, I'll put a pu**y in a casket Fell in love with the swiping, used to shoot up in the basket Oh, you [?] with the bank account then hit my line Learned how to swipe on my own, I couldn't wait in line Ham finna send some money, told her she can take her time Thought it was a bird but, nah, I'm in the Robins flying Sh*ttyBoyz [?] boys, it's all the f**king same And if you don't rock with BabyTron then you a f**king lame Balmains on my a**, you wearing joggers, that's a f**king shame N***as hating players, better hate the f**king game Big Dee, I'm a boss, you heard I'm broke? Boy, that's false For the [?] I took a loss, f**k juice, I got the sauce They be like, "Dee, boy, it costs", yeah, you pay but you soft In the field like Randy Moss [?] I'm in a loft Rolling up, E's up, you know them n***as with me Station [?] they hate, I guess we winning Trued up, blessed but a n***a still sinning Acting like you hard, lil' bro, go do them dishes No hook, watch that n***a fold like a damn book Saying we ain't getting money? N***a, come and take a look B*t*h bad, a** fat and she know how to cook Big chops on standby, what the f**k I look like being shook? Watch where you step, do you see what's on my f**king foot? I'm 'bout to hop on tip if these n***as keep looking If I told what you doing, yo a**'ll get a whooping If the feds pull up, the only time I get to booking Fast in the kitchen, damn, bro, what you cooking? On the [?] flexing hard, you'll get your sh*t tooken You in the store copping, you in that b*t*h looking I swear to God these hoes be choosing when your bucks look like pudding Bust a jugg, up a roll, this my f**king life Kissing on that freak? Ugh, n***a, that sh*t trife Cute pay, n***a, what else it ain't to like? We both don't got no poles or no hoes, sike Oh sh*t, it's another no hook Pockets James Cook, made yo made thing look Lived by the book, make plays, dodge hook Something like dice, gang got these n***as shook Got it out the mud, I ain't never work a day I could clean a n***a car in twenty different ways One get hot and then I make another play I'm in the field for my bucks like I play for Tampa Bay Let's be honest, they ain't do it till I did it Listen to my raps, if you real, you can feel it Play after play, it's a million ways to get it Call a n***a "Rocky", how I'm chasing after chicken How's it beef but you been hiding? I don't really play with n***as like I'm bench riding Ever since elementary, boy, we been sliding And I know some n***as bombing sh*t like they Bin Laden Only b*t*h I love is my damn dawg If yo a** plotting, leap like a damn frog And if you do that, you might get shot like a basketball 'Cause bro keep the tools, young dawg, he don't lack at all In school I don't talk, I'm a damn mute Any disrespect, I'm on yo head like some shampoo Did it on my own, stop hating and you can too Only real n***as stick with me like some damn glue
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