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lirik lagu babytron - tronny’s bag / fire on his head

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[intro]
(f~ck the fire, we got grease)
huh, hey

[verse]
all these dollars that i got, how i ain’t got no sense?
we got zyla, we got dog food, we got some fent’
sh~t, you from romulus, that’s not a trench
like some kneecaps, it’s irritatin’, bity got me bented
you might smell a lil’ creed, but this a zotti scent
it’s been weeks, they still don’t know where his body went
.308 hit him in his dreads, give him a taki head
f~cked up in the head, we smokin’ out of body bags
eastside in it, my wrist, i’m in my maserati bag
lil bro’d die for this sh~t, he—
lil bro’d die for this sh~t, he in his kamikaze bag
the way shе ride the d~ck, sh~t, she in hеr kawasaki bag
wouldn’t stick it in her, sh~t, she in her hot tamale bag
hop up out that black truck, it ain’t the paparazzi flash
it’s your pops really ballin’ in your bronnie bag
i’ll pull up 2 k’s in my ronny bag
got it zipped tight, ain’t no peakin’ into tronny’s bag
he was tough as h~ll, now we smoke him out of zotti packs
the don got me sweatin’ bullets, i need gatorade
you a pay~to~player and you drinkin’ haterade
unc’ servin’ food on the seven, it ain’t tethermade
wrist look like chuck’s, we smoke more za than taylor gang
put out fire on his head like an ash tray
these 448s, don’t ask what the bag weigh
get out the way, this the fast lane
if you ain’t in first, it might as well be last place
huh, double r’ing, i can’t drop a jag’
b~tterfingers, i can’t trust him, he be droppin’ bags
zips and up, don’t come ’round tryna cop a half
why he think he ballin’? he ain’t even got a badge
they ain’t even got a badge, boy, that’s not a ‘cat
where the f~ck the wasp at? boy, that’s not a scat
where the wing decal at? boy, that’s not a track
boy, you only shot a bystander, that is not a hat
ooh, that’s an oohwop, that is not a zack
i only hit him is what marcus, rather shop in saks
he ain’t doin’ sh~t in life, it got his mama mad
let him take a selfie, [?] off that porch, gon’ have his mama sad
this a f~ckin’ loose leaf, not a zigzag
when i throw the braze back, it ain’t riff raff
we got spots like giraffes, this the sixth trap
turned it to a laydown, i thought it was a kickback
if you don’t stay down, bro gon’ catch his fifth hat
you still skip lag, i used to skip class
bta, step out of line, we gon’ whip ass
supercharged ram so fast, i might get whiplash
shot a pop two x’s like where his crib at?
i overdrove two x’s, like, sh~t, i’m big high
‘ll wipe your nose in a blink, yeah, that’s big slime
i’ve been chillin’ lately, sh~t, now it’s drip time
i don’t know about your targets, but i hit mine
i ain’t losin’ sleep ’bout it, sh~t, i’m big fine
huh, they say i’m actin’ big time
ballin’, if i talk my lil’ sh~t, gon’ get a big fine
her baby daddy workin’, can’t go home until my whip shine
2027, guarantee i make the whip fly
trx god, mile mode, can make the whip climb
he ain’t never left the porch like some wind chimes
[outro]
sbdsm, two l’s, then a dollar sign
[?]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy


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