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lirik lagu drich 100 - that's scary

[intro: drich 100 & babytron]
we rich in this b~tch
aye
sh~ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
nah, for real, made a hunnid off my first bender
scat pack tore the street up, i’m a earthbender
couldn’t f~ck this little b~tch when i first met her
funny how i turned this little b~tch to a sperm catcher
dumb sl~t want my all, gave her two two~thirds
bite down season through this b~tch made my tooth hurt
used to be broke, now the tables too turnt
[?] for three 9’s, b~tch r.i.p. juice wrld

[verse 2: drich 100]
all she do is give brain like a ct scan
yo b~tch eatin’ b~lls like pac~man
if she say the wrong thing, get a backhand
all my n~ggas robbin’, f~ck a batman
get you picked off quicker than [?]
this sh~t on the floor like a tap dance
f~ck cuffing, i want that cash
when them jacks in, we act a jackass

[verse 3: babytron]
r.i.p. chris [?] ’til we meet again
same b~tch that hold me, i’ma leave on read
how this b~tch heaven~sent with some demon head?
never ran a check up, i guess that you need some legs
cut into the b~tch like the horseman, i need some head
thought he was leaving with some clout, got some wings instead
“god bless a scam”, i think that’s what jesus said
was gon’ cash it, but i’ma use a piece instead

[verse 4: drich 100]
all my n~ggas ballin’, like the playoffs
[?] in the club, we don’t play golf
you ain’t gang, you can’t hang, adolf
hit the rookies off set then i take off
work the magic with the key, ray charles
so you never suck d~ck? give me your face card
tryna out~drip me? what you take, bars?
i don’t care ’bout the price, do you take card?

[verse 5: babytron]
i’ll pop dawg in his nugget, happy meal
got some kryptonite in this glock if he man of steel
boy i [?] d.c. in the batmobile
slam dunk when i’m in the stores, you can ask shaquille
no you don’t slide, you gotta jam, stupid
touchdown with that bag, call me scam newton
doing fraud up in school, i’m a bad student
superpower with this punch, b~tch i’m half~student

[verse 6: drich 100]
grandma said the big beads look orthopeudic
up thrown the whole n~gga and the p~ssy pooted
got your b~tch crackin’ up, said i’m so goofy
and you know she a rat, boy you so stupid
god made me the trap, i grew up in the trenches
runnin’ threw these hoes, i’m marshawn lynching
why you even cop thousand~dollar denim if your broke ass can’t put a thousand dollars in them?

[verse 7: babytron]
perpin’ ass capper, you need a purple hat
‘fore i spilled the ach on my jeans they was purple pants
i ain’t have no love in my heart, had to search for that
i’ma call doggy hang ten with his surfin’ ass

[verse 8: drich 100]
be rich or tryin’, that’s scary
spilled [?] on my amiris
try to eat on me, you gon’ perish
[?] and you buried, n~gga
hoe ass

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