Correction Paroles Babe Ruth par BabyTron

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Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?

I'ma make her suck it while I'm driving like I got tint
Stop acting grown, b*t*h, you acting like you got rent
Let it c*ck back then I'ma attack it like I'm Josh Smith
You could be with God in that Scat, you can't dodge this
Cut the lights off just to show her these them one diamonds
And I be in them rentals 'cross the country yelling f**k mileage
B*t*h, I'm fly as hell off these Visas, I'm a punch pilot
Red beam on it, crazy that I had enough timing
B*t*h, I'm up up, I can honey dip like VC
Really jugg stuff, making money flip off GCs
Scrub the tub up, told the maid to make it clean pleas?
Mike Amiri, Ksubis, or the purples, I'm a j?an fiend

Stan probably punched a mark grip with the green beam
It's a bougie day, I'm feeling steak and some green beans
Tron facing Gary [?] looking like he lean lean
I be getting chicken, I am not selling wing dings
Pics you double tapping, me and gang done probably ran through
Came from the bottom and I bet you that you can too
I don't wanna shoot 'em but I really think my hand do
I don't wanna f**k but I really think my mans do
But I might
We coming through with choppas, why you think we finna fight?
Why would I quit rapping when I see a M in sight?
They outside with them sticks, you would've thought they went on strike
I be stressing but at least I ain't you
B*t*h want me to hit her, she gon' make me Babe Ruth
Lil' b*t*h want my baby, pu**y [?]
Zap you in my black coat, I'll Professor Snape you
I'ma push the pedal in the Demon till the engine blows
One thing I hate is a argumentative ho
One thing I can't do with you is wrestle, bro
And you can't keep up, b*t*h, yo momentum slow

It's a hundred dollar 'Wood, b*t*h, we f**king if you hitting this
I done text my ex like, "I know yo a** be missing this"
Why you call 'em "shooters" when you know them n***as shoot and miss
We was on the block, you was somewhere probably shooting bricks
We was in the store, you was probably somewhere capping
You was at the set, I was probably somewhere stacking
Heard he got shot, I was probably somewhere clapping
Said she with her friends, I was probably somewhere cracking

That lil' four [?] I'm feeling like Los
Can't even go nowhere if I can't bring my pole
Pour a deuce, I'ma forget about you, I'm [?]
Made twenty off rapping, spent ten on clothes
Hit my line, I know a n***a who f**k with CPNs
Popped a n***a, now him and Jesus friends
You let yo n***as get popped, you and Jeezy twins
Mixed the red with the purp', I like the way it blends
You not on sh*t 'cause ain't sh*t in yo catalogue
N***as ain't been tough, check that catalogue
You let yo mans get robbed, I know you mad at dawg
Beat my b*t*h in the food court, now she scared of malls
I'm on a whole 'nother vibe, a whole 'nother level
Can't f**k with these n***as, even if it's on my schedule
Dawg tried to slide on a bike, I knocked off the pedal
Yo mans keep pulling ho sh*t 'cause you let him

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