BabyTron - Mr. Miyagi lyrics

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BabyTron - Mr. Miyagi lyrics

[Intro] You did yo thang with this b*tch, Hokatiwi Swear to God Ayy Hokatiwi Ayy Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz [Verse] .223s knock a dealer's name off yo license plate I'ma put it in the basket every time I isolate When you really winning it be hard for them to hide the hate Widebody, I'ma drop a hundred if the side gets cray Contaminated pop, I might turn into a fu*king mutant Scam star, I don't sell crack, I make puncher music Showboat, b*tch, I can never ever underdo it P90, take the muzzle off, it sound like thunder booming Ski mask rocker, I ain't never been a robber though I just pull it down, jam the chip then I gotta go 2016, probably had a ham on the phone Summer 2020, was in Cali out there copping bows I was tripping, asked the plug do he take EDD Talking 'bout valid never had a green CVV Eating off the self-scan, I ain't talking EBT It ain't no selection, told the clerk he gotta Fiji me Name brand everything, you know the water got a match Put my dick in yo b*tch mouth and told her swallow that Finna start acting bougie, thousand for a follow back Big Russian Cream, nah, I don't do the fontos, Jack Got the magic touch like Mr. Miyagi Real hustler, sh*t up in my blood, that sh*t in my body Lil' candy apple Faygo, finna hit it with some Wocky If I call the mafia, they'll pull up tripping with some Tommys Bro bloated if the [?] hitting whippits in the lobby Wave starter now, wave rider dripping like tsunami Real Punch God 'cause with these b*tches I'm so godly 7.62s hit his dreads, them b*tches look like Takis So I guess he a hothead Top one or three, I ain't satisfied with top ten It was just a cream soda, how the fu*k the pop red? Unkie said he gon' come back or he gon' drop dead Called Dorien, he told me pull up on the boulevard Now I'm shooting east too hot, trunk full of cards I don't know what y'all do to opps but we bully ours Real Cookies pack, you can smell it when the cookie spark Chrome Heart hoodie, b*tch, don't start with me Four of [?] got me smack like a car hit me Teacher see me out like, "You a star, Jimmy" But back in school you ain't never see the smart in me We six deep with six chopsticks like it's TDM Know some real east side killers repping VDM 240+? That's a sh*ttyBoyz BPM The old me always know that one day I'll see me ten Please don't make me talk about nine Real road runner, getting active on a Route 9 No cap, I-75, heading south now Stan hopping out the tinted Jeep with the pah-pah Boy, you better crouch and take cover Oh, her credit good? Like, sh*t, I'm 'bout to fake love her Donny Bands pulling up from deep, he got a [?] It's a new glitch, b*tch, I'm finna have a great summer Shooting from the city down to [?] like I'm [?] That's the weapon stutter No equities with all this money, go invest in something Finna turn it up, gang and 'em made me press the bu*ton You was at the mall for ten hours, you left with nothing Twenty-five for the verse, the adlibs a extra hundred All off the top, I ain't have to use a pen for nothing When I was broke, we was fam, why you acting jealous, cousin? This a 2021, you do not wanna race Yeezy 350s, wear 'em loose, I don't want 'em laced My b*tch talking 'bout, "Pass the 'Wood", I just want her face Shaq talking 'bout buy a zip, I just want a eighth Getting off, this ain't nothing new, been doing this forever It's a sunny day, walk up in the strip and switch the weather Full court all year, you can catch us with the pressure Put my b*tch in Triple S, she my lil' stepper Six figure whip, b*tch, the [?] truck She gon' lose count if she ever try to add me up BabyTron broke, this and that? That sh*t crack me up You just post pics with that strap, you ain't actually tough Fans see me out, said, "You was tripping on that Yachty album" He tried to run away, silly rabbit, point a shotty at him It's his fault we had to body bag him They wouldn't run it up if you threw a fu*king joggy at him Where I'm at? Probably card cracking Shooter getting shots in before the coach start practice I ain't seen the plug in a minute, like, "Why you start taxing?" Lil' b*tch couldn't last one round like March Madness [Outro] Ha-ha, yeah Huh, ayy (Ayy) Y'all can't fu*k with me This is nothing new though Come on, now Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

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