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Tekken 5 Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
[BabyTron:]
Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah I can't spill the sauce, they gon' run with the recipe Ride around with demons, I don't know why God blessing me Thousand dollar Nike SBs, you don't step in these If it ain't pape then you blocked, bitch, why you texting me? Pull up, hit his top, now it's rest in peace Boy, that's lead to yo head if you testing me Tripping in the Mitt, next week it's Venice Beach It's 2021, you should bust the play instead of leech Hard body, stand tall like I'm Tacko Fall He talked shit behind yo back, that is not yo dawg Boy, you touch a hair on me? Bet a shot go off Crunchy in the booth, cheese on me, this that nacho talk Backwood and cranberry Everfresh to clean my system He jumped from the porch to the streets, we gon' leave him in 'em They thought I drowned in the deep end, I know they peep me swimming Amiri jeans, bitch, I drip sauce like a piece of chicken [TrDee:] Where the cool clerks at? I'm tryna slide a PS5 Baby pussy really knock me out, call it "Tekken 5" He was just riding down the block, he ain't even slide Getting to it 25/8, I ain't never tired We'll drop numbers on his block just like it's number streets We damn near the coldest group, how you ain't heard of me? Huh, if balling was a crime, they'll murder me Still ten toes when the Devil tried to corner me Jab once, jab twice, told 'em not me Like all my hoes' face pretty, head sloppy I been running to the top like I'm Rocky Know all my songs really fire like a Taki I'm in the crib counting chicken, eating Mighty Wings For a couple slips I bet she'd do a lot of things He can't hit a note but I bet he'll let his choppa sing He ain't got a car but he done went to Hutch and got some bling [BabyTron:] He don't even scam and got the nerve to ask me for a method Team player, I'ma pass first, bitch, I'm scoring second Every bitch he cuff be a runner, what a poor selection Play with me and gang? Guarantee he heading towards a medic Real life, no cap, fabrication? I don't do it In that supercharge thing, you can catch me somewhere zooming Avoiding love, if I see him out, send a shot to Cupid Shout-out to them hard times, boy, my hustle got me through 'em [TrDee:] Shout-out to the studios, making music got me through it I can't believe shit you say, bae, you gotta prove it If I see a new jam scammer, I'ma really lose it You been doing this shit since sixteen, shoebox approving Got 360s but I've also never ride a wave Stay putting trust in these hoes? Boy, you really brave Know she got a couple hoes, you just gotta be the fave Why you wanna spend it? For the rainy days, you gotta save |
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