Double Trouble Lyrics – BabyTron
Singer: BabyTron
Title: Double Trouble
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Lil’ b#tch, I’m smoking Skittles, I can taste the rainbow
Xbox ganked his dumbass, I done gave him halo
2016 Don C, no, them ain’t no Kangols
I done did his car so dirty, I should pay for
Yo b#tch made my legs weak, damn, my sh#t can’t function
You was blowing up her phone? Buddy, I was face humping
Twenty-three shots in his chest, he LeBron James cousin
That lil’ b#tch keep looking at me, smell a “hey” coming
I ain’t say nothing ’cause my ‘Gram got a blue check
Ain’t gotta save nothing, b#tch, I scam, this a blue check
Smoking Runtz, Cookie Monster sh#t
Driveway, if it hit, f#ck around and do the two step
Mm-hmm, verifying off of two steps
Why the f#ck the Scat got more hammers than a tool shed?
b#tch, I’m big dripping, I’m the type to leave the pool drenched
If you catch me scrumble in my pockets, still don’t need yo two cents
Loose lips? Mm-mm, I’ll smack a flame out you
Give a f#ck if yo granddad chilling, smack the cane off you
Give a f#ck if yo unkie serving, I’ll take his ‘cane from you
Widebody, 140, mm-hmm, I’ll take the lane from him
Oh sh#t, Speed Racer, I’ll do 150
Knew the world was f#cked up when I f#cked her off of one giffy
He tried to run off on the ShittyBoyz, now he’s the one shitty
Couldn’t spin, my hip was f#cked up, I did a 160
Damn, hit him in his head, I knocked the noodles out him
Spooky-ass Glock got a body, spark the voodoo out him
He had that tough tone in his heart until we blew it out him
Driving through the mountains, features up, no, I can’t do a thousand
In the club with some sticks like the Navy in
Big guns too, it ain’t no .380s in
I’ll drop drip with a roll and do my wavy dance
I’m switching different stations with a Glock on me
And I talk rude in them stores with a knot on me
This a sixty dollar plate, this is not Coney
Bruh’s got a scar on his face but he’s not Tony
f#cking on some n#gg# b#tch, pull her lil’ pony
And you know the p#ss# wet, b#tch, it sound like macaroni
Lil’ b#tch got a fat #ss but her waist bony
I don’t need n#gg#s, no, I get money by my lonely
I ain’t the same as these n#gg#s, I can brag different
Every n#gg# with me got VAs so we drag different
And we up our quick if we think attention
I had to cut a b#tch off quick ’cause she ain’t wanna listen
b#tch, you know I keep chicken like it’s
Bro shoot good from the corner like he Barbosa
f#cked the b#tch like a demon, she done wet the sofa
b#tch said she was thirsty so I gave her a soda
I ain’t know what flavor she wanted so I gave her #ss a Cola
Sliding with the sh#t but he not a cobra
Let me grab another zip, I gotta
If you the plug then why the f#ck I gotta hold up?
Middle man-ass n#gg#, shot him, made the prices go up
Come to the L, ain’t a drought, this b#tch so up
Five-seveN bullets hit yo stomach, make you throw up
Went to Gary for a chain, now he froze up
n#gg#s steady speaking down, they don’t even know us
I should kill this n#gg#, call for a bow, it ain’t showed up
When it come to swiping cards, I could be a teacher
Yo b#tch steady doing dick, she think she a keeper
She said she hungry for the dick, I guess I’m ’bout to feed her
f#ck her face, she got wet spots all on my beater
You gon’ be sick as hell, you find out that she a cheater
And everywhere I go, just know I gotta keep a heater
Pop a n#gg#
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