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lirik lagu babytron - bol-bol

[intro]
ooh, sh~t, that’s a danny g beat
huh, ayy, everything fun and games, ’til you
huh, everything fun and games ’til you unplug the—

[verse]
everything fun and games ’til you unplug the cord
i know he sittin’ there wishin’ i could un~f~ck his wh0re
i know he sittin’ there wishin’ we could un~up the score
the whole gang f~cked up, y’all just f~cked up galore
you bought your whip f~cked up? i just f~cked up my porsche
b~tch, clean this nut up, you just f~cked up my shorts
i’ll take the automatic, and now i’m f~ckin’ up north
too much money in the dresser, i done f~cked up my drawers
my mind racin’, runnin’ to the paper, no time wasted
throw my b with a m, then 7~2, no sign language
he never got to live through his prime, he died basic
balenciaga~aga~aga, these hoes cost five aces
you still share a parkin’ lot, i’m a driveway~er
boy, you stuck where it’s cold, militia, we some migrators
i ain’t live a beeper phase, unky, he had nine razors
i pop out playin’ brown tee, i’m not a myplayer
this b~tch cost a thou’, he was a rat before he passed, throw the coffin out
what i’m puttin’ in my lungs, i might cough one out
you never bought a h~llcat, just to dog one out, grr
hoes used to have cooties, now they got the clap
they had a series against the gang, now they ’bout to pack
talkin’ ’bout, “the scams dead”, let me guess, they ’bout to trap
talkin’ ’bout a weddin’ ring, this b~tch off a pound of crack
if ain’t no erd jeans on earth, then vip me
finest sh~t out the group, i got d.i.b.bs
if you ain’t dsm, can you d~l~e, please?
usually scream unky, but it’s free my tt
wouldn’t buy your b~tch coney, she can eat my pee~pee
ride ’round, ninety shots, probably think i’m three deep
ride ’round, three~hundred grams, probably think i’m chief keef
i go stupid up in sacks, probably think i’m riri
couple seconds left shootin’, i’m just thinkin’, “g.g”
i’ma hit ’em where it hurt, i’m just thinkin’ deep three
love the crib, but for the summer, sh~t, i’m thinkin’ peach street
long hair, fake buffs, sh~t, he thinkin’ he me
j~dub and shea, me and fuzz tucked up under
if the gang on your slip, best not go for under
sh~ttyboy, i might get a bust, rose gold plunder
i turn the faygo cream to bobo’s color
bahamas or jamaica? bae, go get your passport
you know what i came from, i won’t forget your last four
creatin’ fake beef, oh, you hashtag that bored?
i got two benji frank’s on the digi dashboard
must’ve had a red rapper ’cause they’re kitty kat tour
this is not a white tee, silly, it’s a dance floor
could’ve played the goyard 50 in the jansport
i slide, slide, slide, forgive me, said my hands sore
know they call me megatron, jimmy finna transform
ball harbor, blue 60, really could’ve cashed more
go against the team, that’s a really bad choice
you a hit~drank heathen, lil’ silly~ass boy
stop askin’ for the sauce, go cook and find the recipe
this psilocybin got me sweatin’ like some ecstasy
b~tch, you wouldn’t be my bae out in chesapeake
i’ma slam you through the bed, we can’t wrestle free
unk gotta play for the—, i done dundee
i’m a yn cut on tune, not no bunna b
can’t believe you cuffed the old girl, that lil’ b~tt stink
you should go and try to buy ritz from lil’ chuck, stink
yeah, i know i’m rich, but don’t trust me
we’ll slime him out, throw him in the toilet flushin’
lamar jack’ ex~vick, try and rush me
i told you that i want a fanta, please don’t try to crush me
i’m on forty~five milligrams, please don’t try to bump me
that’ll be the worst mistake that you ever made
my big fella james shoot like he escalade
don’t hit that blunt too hard, boy, your chest gon’ cave
huh, is your chest okay?
we sent a .50 out the drum, is your vest okay?
it ain’t no way
how was that? he outta there?
seven~seven, double seven, troncic
seven~seven, double seven, troncic

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