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BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days ( Lyrics Lyrics) (feat. Luh Tyler) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days ( Lyrics Lyrics) (feat. Luh Tyler)
Part I: Kai Cenat
Intro: BabyTron

Whew
Huh, hey
Granny think that I’m an angel, I—

Verse 1: BabyTron & Luh Tyler

Granny think that I’m an angel, I was born with horns
I be ballin’ on these young boys, you niggas corns
How ironic that I’m drippin’, came from in the storm
You can tell he ain’t a shooter, just look at his form
You can tell he go to school, probably in his dorm
Me and Tron in MIA swervin’ in a foregin
Big body on Collins Ave, come and hear her roar
This bitch ain’t even tryna shake no ass, kick her out, she borin’

Verse 2: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

(Gang)
I’m with Tron in the booth goin’ back to back
Niggas cappin’ in they raps, goin’ hat for hat
I be smokin’ out the bowl, lets go pack for pack
Pull it out and up yo’ roll, let’s go rack for rack
Bustdown rollie avalanche, just like Kai Cenat
Only hit the bitch one time, I won’t call her back
Get the head and then I cut the strings, I can’t get attached
Only right it’s me, Certy and Pat, we chillin’ in the trap
So many racks, why my pockets fat, they can’t get no chill
Baby see my cuban now she tryna fuck, this bitch a gold digger
Palm Angels Moncler collab, watch the coat glitter
It’s gon’ be a hot summer, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
(On Gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Whew, whew)

Verse 3: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

Don’t bring yo’ ho to my show, you might get yo’ bitch hit
Million dollar deals on the table, I’m a rich kid
My nigga tryna put that brrt on a nigga biscuit
Don’t try to go against the guys, boy, you don’t wanna risk it
I know if I miss the shot, Tyler got the tip in
Better duck, better get low, my shooter split wigs
Catch you walkin’ out the door, we don’t wanna hit cribs
A million dollar shit, check it off off my wishlist

Part II: Old Days

Intro: BabyTron & Luh Tyler

Ayy, SBDSM
Long live the scam
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Skee

Chorus: Luh Tyler

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say

Vese 1: Luh Tyler

Get a look at them bands in my safe, you might pass out
Pull up to the party and we back in, we don’t back out
Young nigga, I’ma bring them racks in, I’m a cash cow
I don’t like when niggas get to actin’ funny like they class clowns
Take a nigga bitch then treat her like a blunt, she get passed ‘round
Niggas cappin’ out here pullin’ stunts, sit yo’ ass down
Talkin’ ‘bout money, nigga, know I got a bunch, bring them racks out
Many niggas, they be fake and all they like to do is cap now
All these niggas do is cap, man, go and get ya hat
Pull up in that coupe like Batman, nigga, it’s all black
She a eater just like Pacman, nigga, that’s a gnat
I’ma get up in them racks and nigga thats a fact
Nigga, I’ma get up, chase that dough, do that on the daily
Bitch my name ain’t Captain-Save-A-Ho, I can’t do no savin’
Man I heard they tryna book me for a show, man, they gotta pay me
Everyday we chasin’ money on the road, niggas really lazy

Chorus: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say (Hey, hey)

Verse 2: BabyTron

Give a fuck ‘bout what a ho think
Lil’ bitch all up on my woody, call her Bo Peep
Grind equals no sleep (Grind equals no sleep)
Final drive down six, fuck around and go deep
Rockstar lifestyle, viewer discretion advised
Had to blow the whistle, doggy knew not to step on the line
When it’s said and done, bet I was super ahead of my time
You gon’ feel the vibe flip when them shooters steppin’ inside
I can’t miss a flight, nah, I do ‘em a step at a time
Catch me coolin’ off a deuce, like dude, that’s a regular high
Baby bottles ‘round like I’m a pops, we just measurin’ lines
Knew I was the one, I brought it back any regular time
Me and Luh Tyler from the mitten down to Florida
All this gold got me feelin’ godly, givin’ out a Nora
White boy, Kyle Herder, catch me scorin’ out in Georgia
Eyes low, still’ll whip them fans out like Kimora
Out explorin’, got my Apple Maps open like I’m Dora
Ended up in Spain, I’m out here spendin’ Euros in Zamora
Lil’ bitch ain’t got no morals, pulled up on me, gave me oral
Cuddy off too many drugs right now, he think that he immortal
I done overdid the shrooms, think I’m sinkin’ through a portal
Slidin’ in the ghost, I guess the activity paranormal
Why they hatin’ on us? Got it out the mud like some ogres
Heard they still nappin’ on me, wake ‘em up like some Folgers
You can try and fuck me over, DSM, I’m with some soldiers
Streets chilly than a bitch but my holdin’ set was colder
Star player, catch a body, bet I’m still gon’ sell some posters
Up and down, up and down, life really a roller coaster
Get a bitch, remote control ‘er
You ain’t sell no tickets, now you a promoter
Sittin’ on the rim from when we had us no exposure
Off an oxycodone, boy, my shooter low composure
Do a driveby, blow the motor
Blowin’ zotty, I can’t stop because the sherrifs know the odor
All that actin’ like the plug, boy, cut it out, I know the grower
Life gon’ try to stop you at the rim, but I’m gon’ throw up floaters
Is that kid gon’ hit the bucket when the team up on his shoulders?

Chorus: Luh Tyler

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
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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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