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lirik lagu babytron - xi

[intro]
f~ck passin’ out, you hit this—, ayy, sh~ttyboyz, dogsh~t militia
mm~mm, ayy

[verse]
f~ck passin’ out, you hit this wood, you gon’ pass away
back against the ropes, i’m turnin’ into cassius clay
you might catch me with some dead presis, boy, my best friend beann
think she gettin’ over, i just left from her best friend’ bed
out the door, i just left with her best friend’s head
you would think it’s baddies with a dime and her best friend’s tens
back to back ‘woods like chris tuck’, you think my best friend’s chris
if i ain’t with splash bro, i can’t leave with less than steph
catch a red eye and then i hop into a red eyе
if we talkin’ roman numerals, my b~tch a xi
blowin’ zaga out in paris, b~tch, i’m french friеd
you ain’t make a difference on the court, lil’ bro, it’s bench time
shrooms, juice, whip and percs, this d~mn near a fent’ high
dsm’ll take on anybody, bring yo’ best five
take a pop and then i write a verse, i’m on my tenth line
it’s up to you to read ’em, gotta know the godsent signs
rollin’ candy, apple jolly ranchers, this a head high
dub on his head, might have a pulse, but he a dead guy
you might think my nose bleedin’, pourin’ red lines
you might think my nose bleedin’, always keep my head high
before i say a word, gon’ be in crocs doin’ fed time
swarmin’ like some h~rnets, then we f~f~f
swarmin’ like h~rnets, then i pull it like i’m glen rice
i had them doits on the scalp like some headlights
freezin’ up accounts, that ain’t glass, boy, yo’ checks ice
she can’t give me neck drivin’ no more, i done wrecked twice
what the f~ck, fordi? where you find the red sprite?
if he don’t meet the deadline, he a headline (meech)
why you on my d~ck? ain’t it yo’ bed time?
i don’t know about yo’ quotas, but i met mine
see it in his eyes, he just a cobra, i can sense slime
why the f~ck you rap? uh, man
why you rappin’ ’bout goin’ to hutch? ain’t never spent five
triple~double in yo’ city like i’m prime westbrook
20k the shoku just to have a private chef cook
i just hit the clerk with sugar ray robinson’s left hook
that’s a tuddy, boy, the play we ran was textbook
stayed by the glass like gobert, we dropped the checkbook
that ain’t a dub, boy, them doves, i know how ten looks
why you tryna sell me oowops? i know how tens look
if i stand on the pink 50s, b~tch, i’m ten feet
how i stand on business, you would think that i had ten feet
same me if i’m dolo or we ten deep
y’all lucky to be endin’

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