BabyTron, StanWill - SHIT, FUCK, DAMN! lyrics

BabyTron

BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

[BabyTron, StanWill - SHIT, FUCK, DAMN! lyrics]

Bitch, yeah, huh (I got so much Enrgy)

Seventy-five or better for a eighth
I only blow exotic
All-black Amiris with the leather
Like I'm going gothic
I'll pull the fully out and bring
The ho up out 'em big roll on me
Got yo' bitch in here blowing Johnson
In that widebody doing donuts, I'm a jackass
Turned his hood into Baghdad
Now he a hashtag
201, doing Saks bad, I'm finna bag drag
Old bitch bugging
Had to block her with her mad ass

Anywhere you see me at
I got blick regardless
Chop got a hundred 223's
Could hit any target
Hellcats up the ave', hear the Kitty barking


Ass full of silicone
Her cup full of Rémy Martin
I was broke once upon a time
I can't go back
Tryna fight? We'll leavе him
Holy like the pope, jack
Goosе for the winter
Thousand dollars on my coat rack
SBDSM full of shitters, but you know that

Firebomb the spot and put a
Claymore at the door
Up off a deuce, but if I pour a four
I'ma snore ocean Drive
You might catch me flooring in a Porsche
G-O-A T, feel like Mike Jordan on the court
First 5K
You want the vid'? I might need seven
Reach for this chain? Guarantee that
You gon' see Heaven
I ain't never chase 'em
I was dream catching fifty-some' pair
Got a European sneak' fetish

223's to his collarbone
Knock his shoulder loose if I send 'em out
It ain't no telling what my soldiers do
You hear every fucking horse
When my motor zoom feel like Simon
Yo' bitch do exactly what I told her to
Haha, like, blow me and blow gang next
Like you white and we the
KKK, you can't hang, neph'
She ain't got shit for me if it ain't neck
Only pulled up on her for the
Head but we came sex

Just fucked up Chase with an
Amex and fake check she just sent the drop
Know I'm pulling up with Latex
I pulled a four of zip
I fucked around and laced neph'
One week, did a fifty ball in the same Tech

Shit, fuck, damn, hit the 'Wood
Almost knocked me out before you cuffed
You should've figured out her body count
I got the Par and the Tris
But this a Wocky drought
Elmer Fudd, tryna catch a wabbit
Bring the shotty out

Shit, fuck, damn
Demon bitch with some godly dome lunch time
Blew a hundred bucks at Hibachi door
Lot of fiends at the trap
This the zombie zone
Pull up on yo' bitch and fuck face
That's what time we on

Shit, fuck, damn, push the pedal
Feel like Vin Diesel baddie in the Hellcat
My bitch and my whip evil
Mozzarella on his head
I bet we switch cheeses
Track2 Man, you see me out
I'm prolly big B'ing

Shit, fuck, damn
Casamigo' got me acting bad
Think he running off? Them
762s'll catch his ass
Two hoes and one me, bitch, I'm smacking ass
Let the ratchet blast, hell no
I won't jab his ass

Shit, fuck, damn, damn, fuck, shit
I'm high as hell
Nah, for real, I'm sitting down
No need to light a tail
Twenty ball in the Ksubis
Got 'em tight as hell
Lil' bro got his gun cheaper
Than a fire sale

Shit, fuck, damn, all this damn dog shit
Fuck thousand dollars on some damn jeans
And they ripped up glock to his BAPE
Leave a nigga shit zipped up
Already knowing she gon' fuck
'cause I'm rich, duh

Shit, fuck, damn, shit, fuck, damn, shit
Fuck shit, fuck, damn, fuck, shit
We got big thrust
Shit, fuck, damn, double back
We can't spin once
Shit, fuck, damn, shit, fuck, like bitch
What? Ha, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song whew
Shit, fuck, damn shittyBoyz

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