Letra de Clownin’ - BabyTron

Nyah (Bitch)

Your gang a circus full of clowns

Pulled up in some Diesel jeans for her to pull 'em down

You would think that cuddy chest pressin' how he pushin' pounds

You get pushed around

You be lookin' up to motherfuckers, I be lookin' down

Fully switch'll turn his hoopty to a unicycle

Huntin' for an opp, no, not a deer I ever shoot a rifle

If I'm ever number-one contender, they gon' lose the title

Feelin' like I'm T Bone, I'll ride rockets for new arrivals

Catch that pussy, make him bleed like he was goin' through a cycle

Golden rope, it's wrapped around my neck, you'd think I'm suicidal

Any time my brother ran a route, you know I threw a spiral

As many times I spinned your lil' ho, you'd think your boo a vinyl

You could never hit the stage, the crowd'd throw tomatoes at you

When it's time to go and slide, I might just throw the Draco at you

I hope you ready, ain't no bitchin'

I hope you should keep your album in the vault off how the snippets sound

You would think we fillin' up balloons with all these whippits 'round

Walk him down, then run away, then you can catch me skippin' towns

Off an Addy, you would think I popped a NoDoz

Dressin' like a samurai, I popped out Yohji Yamamotos

Golden Presi' chocolate face, you'd probably think the watch a Rolo

Live the fast live, and with this double cup, I'm drivin' slo-mo

He got biscuits on his feet, in other words, he's rockin' no-nos

Custo bought a bird that couldn't even fly, he copped a dodo, bitch

The chains hit different, you would think I'm FYB

If I stacked the mula, it'll fit right in in NYC

Problems in my life a lil' more serious than XYZ

Ho brain extravagant, she should've went to MIT

I got pull in Pontiac, you would think I'm DDG

Me and brodie ridin' 'round with twin Glocks, DCG

Give him angel wings, turn him to dust, the bullets PCP

What he's wearin' ancient, think his 'fit was made in BCE

Y'all was playin' Manhunt, we was hittin' cribs

Y'all was grindin' My Park while me and gang was hittin' licks

Y'all don't got a thing to eat, we've been diggin' in

Real life GTA, but shit, the only mission's win

Make your bitch swallow my sword

If you lookin' for the plug, you better just follow the cords

Life gets hard, just hold on tight, somethin' like a trapeze

Gang deep as hell on bullshit, somethin' like a stampede

Nyah

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