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lirik lagu babytron - expen$ive

[intro]
(ayy, melly, what the f~ck is that?)

[verse]
i like bad sh~t, fine sh~t
if that head hypnotic, then that’s my b~tch
pull up on some yeah’s, tryna find out what the vibe is
lil’ cuz steer me left, it ain’t no rightin’ him
you had to write them statements down, it ain’t no typin’ them
i got wally’s bins, target bins and some myers bins
f~cked all my tires up doin’ the full up tireman
oh, you think you geekin’? i’ll show you what the highest is
had to get a fresh breath of air, i got too high in here
back in high school was hittin’ hoes from cass tech’ and [?]
sh~t, huron all the way to pioneer
romulus to belleville, sh~t, i had a couple bops
lincoln, nipsey, willow, rush, sh~t, i had a couple thots
you would think i’m in the candy isle how i trufflе shop
takin’ sips out my pop, do she love me? lovе me not
ayy, lil’ cuz a b~tch, can’t even trust a shot
i done had enough of yop, all i trust is guap
mike amiri crämer, came a long way from stuffin’ rocks
i’m high as h~ll, ha~na, ha~na, ha~na, ha
ha~na, ha~na, ha~na, hit yo’ block with ba~ba~bas
b~tch think that life a fairy tale, it ain’t no la~la~las
bein’ broke a joke, and p~ssy, y’all some ha~ha~has
countin’ through a dub, it’s finna be a breeze, haha davis
pull up with some reggie and get beat (like a ham)
pull up with some reggie and get beat, this a zaza sanction
i don’t want no fo sachi, b~tch, i’m a prada player
hope he know his b~tch really ours, sh~t, that’s dada baby
that’s too lady like won’t see me cop mercedes
i’ma spectate in that spectre ‘fore i drop a wraithy
short a hand, .7, b~tch, that’s not a eighty
free baby ghost, he’ll show you that you not so crazy
it’s just me and reezy
pour a seven in the two and we ain’t even sleepy
you gon’ have to believe me
my b~tch want the shrimp scampi, sh~t, i’ma have the linguine
i don’t know about you, but sh~t, i’m a capital p it
blood pull up with that little ‘k, but he capital b~ing
st~rdy pull up serenades, but me, b~tch, i’m kapital jeaning
you a capitol dc~er, stop cappin’ on neimans
four pockets full, the b~tch let me wham in the demon
it’s a grammy i’m reachin’ for, but it ain’t far
seven arps, five glocks, six ars
they like, “tron, go to bed”, what’s the time, 6 a.m.?
d$m, they markin’ territories when they lift they legs, shh
i guarantee the opps finna miss they friends
shout out to the hoes that sit in the crib and get they bread
sh~t, someone laced they drink, someone hit they red
if a fifty on they top, i bet that someone hit they head for me
my b~tch a ten, but the head, that’s especially
i guess i’m bougie now, i’m buyin’ all expensive tings
expensive watch, expensive chain, expensive ring
expensive grill, lil’ b~tch, i got expensive t~~th
expensive buffs, so cold, we need expensive minks
expensive leaf, expensive weed, and expensive drinks
expensive crib, you know the garage got expensive v’s
junkie only want designer drugs, he an expensive fiend
expensive jeans, expensive sneaks, and expensive tees
thc in the vape, this an expensive breeze
the stamps chinese, boy, these the expensive p’s
huh, hey
this a hunnid~dollar punch, that’s an expensive piece
huh, hey
basicially it’s safe to say that i live expensively
it’s stars all around the roof, nebula
why the f~ck you talkin’ ’bout we kin, i never met you, bruh
it’s time for you to step it up, f~ck that elevator
b~tch’ p~ssy bomb, but that mouth, that’s the detonator
f~ck a back and forth, i ain’t a professional tennis player
gotta stack and act it like a professional tetris player
take the wrong breath around the gang, you need a ventilator
[outro]
hmm, hmm, hmm, nyah

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