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lirik lagu babychino - 23 (chopnotslop remix)

[chorus: yung bambi]
23, b~tch, hit that joint and fade away (that fadeaway)
y’all b~tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ cake? (b~tch, now on my face)
i might smash and pass up with yo’ b~tch, there ain’t no other way (no other way)
lil’ spanish mama rode my sh~t, she make it ándale (ánda—ánda—ánda—)
cartier my frames, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i feel like john lennon

[intro: yung bambi]
d~mn, sh~t, bro
ayy, man, my n~gga 8mc snapped on this jaunt, you know what i’m saying, man
bambi sh~t, you know what i’m saying, texas sh~t, man (ayy)
san antonio sh~t, man (aw), you know what i’m saying (ayy), midnight, b~tch (chino

[chorus: yung bambi]
23, b~tch, hit that joint and fade away (that fadeaway)
y’all b~tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ c—
i might—i might smash and pass up with yo’ b~tch, there ain’t no other way (no other way)
lil’ spanish mama rode my sh~t, she—sh~t, she make it ándale (ánda—ánda—ánda—)
cartier my frames, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i feel like john—
now we—now we at the saint, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i keep my arms ready (arms ready)
molly in my system, b~tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (straight heaven)
y’all b~tch hit my phone, she wanna f~ck on me 24/7—

[verse 1: yung bambi]
nah, we—nah, we
same thing, you don’t speak my language (h~ll nah)
crying to yo’ b~tch, lil’ n~gga, why you on that lame sh~t? (that what?)
lookin’ like a b~tch, lil’ n~gga, and you on that same sh~t (lookin’ like a what?)
she suckin’ on my d~ck, lil’ n~gga (hold on), hold on (hold on), that’s yo’ main b~tch (hold on, hold on, hold on)
two twins, look like mary~kate, they wanna ride me just like that (just like that)
smokin’ on that mary jane, you smokin’—smokin’—smokin’ gas (smokin’ gas)
[?] like kurt cobain [?], texas n~gga sippin’ act’ (sippin’ act’)
p~ssy feel like straight cocaine, know i love when i’m hittin’ that (hold on)
that b~tch love to kiss and tell, so nah~ah, i can’t f~ck with that (nah, nah)
i know yo’ b~tch, d~mn, wish her well, ah~ah~ah, know you missin’ that (ah~ah)
suck my d~ck then roll a blunt, uh~uh, n~gga, you kissin’ that (uh~uh)
i know you feelin’ lonely but nah, you can’t get yo’ b~tch back (uh~uh)

[chorus: yung bambi & f~kkit]
23, b~tch, hit that joint and fade away (that fadeaway)
y’all b~tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ cake? (b~tch, now on my face)
i might smash and pass up with yo’ b~tch, there ain’t no other wa—
lil’—lil’ spanish mama rode my sh~t, she make it ándale (ánda—ánda—ánda—)
cartier my frames, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i feel like john—
now we—now we at the saint, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i keep my arms ready (arms ready)
molly in my system, b~tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (straight heaven)
y’all b~tch hit my phone, she wanna f~ck on me 24/7 (wait, what? uh)

[verse 2: f~kkit]
i’m with the mob, b~tch, you heard we paint houses (yeah)
you in the trap, that’s a hole filled with mouses (uh~huh)
i’m with the mob, b~tch, you heard we paint houses (yeah)
you in the trap, that’s a hole filled with mouses (uh~huh)
i’m with the mob, b~tch, you heard we paint houses (yeah)
you in the trap, that’s a hole filled with mouses (uh~huh)
most of your favorite rappers live unconscious (yeah)
hop on the d~ck like kangaroo~filled pouches (true)
maybe i’m with the sh~ts, maybe not (yeah)
so test me up in the pit, never stop (go)
yo’ baby gon’ take a risk for the c~ck (let’s go)
and lately i empty d~ck in her mouth (let’s go, let’s go)
scope out the area, lookin’ for bts
i’m in the strip club, just spent three gs
you got a sprint phone, only hit 3g
f~ck did he sprint for? b~tch n~gga, eat these
bullets, shave you like mullets
see why they never f~ckin’ with me, f~ck it
i got some head to kick~in like a bucket
watch how i land a flip, you never stuck it
plays, i’m—plays, i’m—pay—pay
radiowaves get stuck in yo’ brain
shoot out the ring, it’s fire like kane
i heard a tire pop while switchin’ lanes
stop, nah—stop, nah—change—change
y’all finna flop, hm, never change
i’m at the top, yuh, like a brain
never went pop, nah, for the fame, uh (okay)

[chorus: yung bambi]
23, b~tch, hit that joint and fade awa—
y’all b~tch—y’all b~tch hit the party throwin’ ass, so when she shakin’ cake? (b~tch, now on my face)
i might smash and pass up with yo’ b~tch, there ain’t no other way (no other way)
lil’ spanish mama rode my sh~t, she make it ánda—
carti—cartier my frames, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i feel like john lennon (like john lennon)
now we at the saint, lil’ n~gga b~tch, i keep my arms ready (arms ready)
molly in my system, b~tch, so yeah, this feel like straight heaven (straight heaven)
y’all b~tch hit my phone, she wanna f~ck on me 24/7 (wait, what?)

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