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BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL ( Lyrics )
Intro: BabyTron
(Damn, Ty, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Nyah, nyah
Phew, hey
We’ll pull up with a— phew
Pull up with a— ayy

Verse: BabyTron & BLP KOSHER
Pull up with a shrink ray and turn him to a molecule
I’ll go back and forth with Tron, but we’ll still let them choppers deul
What I’m smoking give me jetlag, I smell like rocket fuel
Jitterbug dykin’, I had that strap on me in summer school
Doggy bone a burger, on the menu, he a number two
We always on time, I fuck with Ja, but won’t follow a rule
You a fucking cyber champ, like, what you got IRL?
He tried to pull up on the Dreidel Man, he tore his ACL
Caught a clotheslinе from Hell, cuddy turned to JBL
They knockеd my sandcastle down, I left ‘em lookin’ ‘round for shells
Grindelwald, Expelliarmus, in here cookin’ up a spell
Shabbat night live on the block, this ain’t SNL
Found out that your wifey on me, got you postin’, “FML”
Me and Tron sippin’ Pinot Grigio, I used to sip Propel
Vernors with a hint of Stilpane, I spiked my ginger ale
I ain’t French, but I’m gon’ give them boys sauce, bechamel
I don’t do disloyalty, won’t change up at a wishing well
Just in time, my cup runneth over, I’m talking Holy Grail
I’m a starter, you be playin’ roles, somethin’ like Tony Snell
I’m going AWOL, nationwide, not for sale
Free my unky, gave him extra time, he fightin’ cops in jail
If he dissin’, push him down the stairs, Thrasher Bust or Bail
Face card scorchin’, jewelry frozen, my life lukewarm
Nat grabbin’ on my Jew locs like they bull horns
If we catch him talkin’ to the pigs, turn him to pulled pork
Still ain’t eat no bacon ever since I hit it with the fork
On a quest, I take the ‘Wood, Elijah, Gelato Papaya
I kicked the door, but left it open for prophet Elijah
She a snake, got venomous saliva, won’t touch that vagina
She put the meat right on the plate and this ain’t jambalaya
Feelin’ blessed, but leave it to the fans, they call me Jugg Messiah
American Idol, we carry shit, no need to ask Mariah
Faded in your city, countin’ racks, I guess I’m matchin’ Tyga
I might buy my mom a motherfuckin’ mansion in Vizcaya
Leave a bitch mind blown, no bazooka in her medulla
Jumpin’ off the stage in MIA, but I am not Pouya
Quarter in the leaf, got me stoned like I seen Medusa
Florida boy forever, burn the wick, ooh, barracuda
Set up shop in college towns, it’s Lansing, then to Tuscaloosa
Chopper send him into the abyss, don’t speak on Bermuda
We’ll put a shell up on his back, turn him to King Koopa
In the Caribbean, roll the opps in Dutches, this is not Aruba
Off the water, you might catch me out with Pac in Cuba
Still dead flies, but he couldn’t hurt a fly like a Buddha
Opps cheesier than gouda, if it’s smoke, pass me the hookah
Bless your heart in Tennessee, this chopper came from Chattanooga
Rollin’ up an instrument, the zotti louder than a tuba
I would rob a cougar just to go and buy a pair of Pumas
Me and Kosher in the jungle like Timon and Pumba
I’m with A&Rs eatin’ tartar, but I don’t fuck with tuna
You a worker, I’m like Schwarzenegger, don’t get terminated
Death row, I’m bitin’ all the opps, I’m an alligator
When it’s time to serve out beef, your pussy ass a salad maker
Nonpareils on my toast for all the times I pulled a caper
When it comes to profit, we ain’t playin’, where’s the calculator?
I’m steppin’ on ‘em for a good cause, I’m an advocator
Touchdown in Atlanta, bitches thinkin’ I’m a Falcons player
It’s raining men, now it’s raining blood, we some fucking slayers
Outro
Water, ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia and the Dreidel Gang
Water, ayy, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Water, ayy, ayy

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BabyTron – Down, Up! ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Down, Up! (Lyrics)
We’ll now begin the pushup section
Ready? I’m ready
Begin, let’s get it
Down, up, one
Down, up
Yeah, Baby, you did this one

Shit, you better get down
Boy, it’s a stick-
Up, three

Time to put your hands down
Time to pick a blick up
Up, four

Actin’ like they stayed down
Whole time, they switched up
Up, five

Spent a long time down
But I spend the rest up
Up, six

Muddy six put me down
But the Yerc’ woke me up
Up, seven

Everything upside down
Like, was down really up?
Up, eight

On the top, lookin’ down
Y’all gon’ have to get it up
Up, nine

Heard that dawg was talkin’ down
Seen his whip and lit it up
Up

I was bad as hell, I probably smoked my first blunt at
Eleven

Ain’t shit changed, boy, you know it’s fuck
Twelve

I need a trey out the pint, I’ll sell you a
Thirteen

Alright, let me stop bullshitting, what pushup is this?
Fourteen

It’s only one way from down
And that’s up
Up, sixteen

If the shit goes down
Guarantee, we pick it up
Up, seventeen

If I’m ever feelin’ down
Bitch, the zaddy, lift me up,
Up, eighteen

That’s when I started to chase dreams
Up, nineteen

The last time I had a Sprite clean
Up, twenty

That’s how old I was when I got real money
Up, twenty-one

Down, up
Up, twenty-two

Catch him while the price down
‘Cause we know it’s goin’ up
Up, twenty-three

Tell her, “Put that face down”
Tell her, “Toot that ass up”
Up, twenty-four

Heard the boys tracked him
Hope he put that bag up
Up, twenty-five

Lay down or stay down
Get your soul snatched up
Up, twenty-six

Double that, stay down
Shit, it’s time to stack up
Up, twenty-seven

I know how it feel down
I know how it feel up
Up, twenty-eight

Turn that bullshit down
Unless it’s us, turn it up
Up, twenty-nine

I can turn a bitch down
I can turn a bitch up
Up, thirty

No hat
Try and add me up, bitch, the fit cost
Thirty-one

Try and add me up, bitch, a pendant cost
Thirty-two

We get the bowls for fifteen, we get ‘em all for
Thirty-three

The most dominant, I feel like Shaq in the
Thirty-four

It ain’t shit to do these pushups, I know I’m skinny
But you see, I got two pair of buffs on
ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia
Long live $cam
Down, up
Thirty-eight

Down, up, nah
Thirty-nine

Down, up
Forty

Down, up
Forty-one, ayy

Down, up

Shit, you better get down
Boy, it’s a stick-
Up, forty-three

Time to put your hands down
Time to pick a blick up
Up, forty-four

Actin’ like they stayed down
Whole time, they switched up
Up, forty-five

Spent a long time down
But I spend the rest up
Up, forty-six

Muddy six put me down
But the Yerc’ woke me up
Up, forty-seven

Everything upside down
Like, was down really up?
Up, forty-eight

On the top, lookin’ down
Y’all gon’ have to get it up
Up, forty-nine

Heard that dawg was talkin’ down
Seen his whip and lit it up
Yeah, Baby, you did this one

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BabyTron – Stutter Flow ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Stutter Flow Lyrics
Verse

Lil’ d-d-dime bitch match the blick, this a ten milli’
How the? How the fuck you still ain’t seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you’d think it’s fentyn’
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain’t no wrench with me
DSM, th-th-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin’ to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain’t never tried to help me stack it, but’ll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can’t, I can’t even have you ‘round if you won’t bend with me
Lil’ c-cuddy pull up, chop it up like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain’t seen a dub, I just know you can’t comprehend shit
And my wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You on some, you on some lil’ girl shit, you need to step up
I’ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can’t let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, damn, man, I, I think it’s time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just fucked the ‘Vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn’t manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won’t matter, you ain’t valuable
You can’t, you can’t even tell I took the Drac’, I’m acting casual
Th-th-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain’t finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin’ in a UF, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin’, g-g-geek streakin’, spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, “Where’s the other ‘bow?”
I’ll leave, leave him wide open, but he jumper broke
Mon-Moncler, Goosie, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why they still hatin’? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like Custard Co
All that play-playin’ with my pape’, this shit’ll get the buster bust
I got play-plays to make, ask the bitch is we gon’ fuck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon’ suck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon’ cum or what?
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin’ fun or what?
We, we’ll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, I got that fucker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my ‘Wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man like, “Do you got some mud or what?”
A-ask the Zotti man like, “You got bud or what? Crud or what?”
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I’m headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin’ sluts
Bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup’s enough?
A-a-asked the bitch like, “You think that one nut’s enough?”
C-c-cops askin’ if I know somethin’, it wasn’t us or nothin’
I got-, I got Alzheimer’s, I don’t really remember
I’m on p-p-pace for eight figures, make two-fifty December
Glick, glick glitchin’, shootin’ two switchies together
Outro

Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dog Shit Militia

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