Текст песни Malibu's Most Wanted - BabyTron
I
just
gotta
hit
that
bitch
one
more
time
though
That
bitch
was
so
crazy
Hokatiwi
Like,
damn
Ayy
Ayy,
ayy,
ayy
Smile
while
I
shoot
the
Glock,
the
anger
really
in
the
bullet
I
was
Bébé
every
time
I
came
and
got
a
whooping
See
my
teacher
out
like,
shit,
I
made
it,
thought
I
couldn't
Bust
my
first
scam
at
fourteen,
I
was
made
for
jugging
Middle
school,
was
at
the
bus
stop
with
a
dumb
knot
Blowing
zas
till
my
lungs
stop
or
my
blood
clots
Heard
that
tick-tick,
oh
shit,
you
got
that
one
watch?
Got
that
drip-drip,
Balenciaga,
these
them
one
socks
Me
and
Stan
touchdown,
huh,
Eli
and
Peyton
You
can
be
Betty
Crocker,
bitch,
I
ain't
got
time
for
caking
Bro'll
do
him
foul
with
the
Tech,
that's
my
type
of
flavor
Punched
a
hundred
Apple
Watchеs,
still
ain't
got
the
time
for
waiting
Worked
sixty
hours
this
week,
how
you
got
timе
for
hating?
Talking
'bout
the
sauce?
Okay,
whole
time
he
Plankton
This
a
motherfucking
headshot,
it
ain't
no
time
for
Matrix
Hutch
sent
me
to
the
ER,
he
got
my
sinus
aching
You
can
get
yo
ass
beat
or
you
can
get
yo
ass
shot
Thousand
for
a
jack
box,
ain't
never
touched
a
crack
rock
Bro
got
a
big
K,
he
ride
around
on
caps
lock
Unc'
the
people's
champ
in
the
pot,
he
make
the
trap
rock
Juke
12
out,
hit
they
ass
with
a
Shammgod
Bitch,
leave
me
'lone,
I
ain't
tipping,
where's
my
lamb
chops?
Walking
with
my
brothers
on
the
beach
from
the
sandbox
Passed
Stan
the
blicky,
told
him
shoot
it
like
his
hand
hot
Chasing
down
the
mailman,
running
out
my
house
shoes
I
could
up
at
least
a
fifty
ball,
that's
without
blues
Throw
a
bow
to
my
brother,
that's
a
Marc
and
Pau
move
Eyes
low
as
hell,
the
cookie
hit
me
with
a
Yao
move
If
I
call
my
Taliban,
you
gon'
hear
the
sound
"boom"
Life
so
backwards,
rainy
days'll
be
the
droughts
too
Talking
'bout
later,
like,
nah,
I
need
it
now,
boo
Whip
loud
as
hell,
happy
that
the
booth
is
soundproof
Untouched
than
a
bitch,
boy,
I'm
sick
of
death
threats
I
could
be
a
dime
short
and
wouldn't
need
yo
ten
cents
AR
got
a
muscle
on
that
fucker,
I
don't
bench
press
Keep
switching
sides,
fuck
around
and
get
the
ref
stretched
Ride
around
with
'Woods,
we'll
flip
him
like
a
Tech
Deck
I'll
put
yo
money
on
me
if
you
ain't
bet
yet
Only
six
people
fit,
oh,
this
a
jet
jet
Six
hundred
dollar
thread,
count
a
thousand
dollar
bed
set
Fit
five
thousand
like,
bitch,
I'm
just
"guesstimating"
Bitch
bougie,
want
that
crab
legs
with
the
extra
Cajun
At
this
point
I'm
starting
to
think
that
every
bitch
was
made
ungrateful
First
punishment
I
made
ten,
now
I
hate
the
cable
Whole
year
was
off
the
punches,
I
ain't
made
a
payment
Pillow
talking-ass,
catch
you
out
like,
"She
made
me
say
it"
Yeah,
I
talk
to
God
but,
shit,
man,
I
ain't
an
angel
Upping
dog
shit,
granny
said,
"That's
gon'
make
'em
hate
you"
Huh,
like,
shit,
I'm
finna
make
'em
hate
me
I
know
how
it
feels
being
down
so
I
make
'em
pay
me
Drop
a
fake
check
in
BOA
and
do
the
bank
so
crazy
I
done
came
Glocky
and
Kenzo
so
it's
hard
to
tame
me
If
I
see
the
opps,
I
won't
stop
shooting
till
the
army
chase
me
Hustle
DNA,
ain't
got
no
feelings
so
it's
hard
to
break
me
Five
thousand
dollar
worth
of
Nike
if
I
slide
the
card
at
Macy's
A
hundred
rounder
with
the
red
dots
so
I'm
hardly
aiming
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