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BabyTron – 15′-16′ Curry Lyrics

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3 weeks ago

March 6, 2023

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BabyTron – 15′-16′ Curry Lyrics

15′-16′ Curry Lyrics By BabyTron

[Intro]
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, I’m locked in like a
(Damjonboi)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m locked in like a prisoner
In your city scoring, y’all can’t stop the visitors
BabyTron, my name ringing bells like a solicitor
Sitting back, I don’t play games like the commissioner
Me and Stan in our bag, salt and vinegar
734, fishtailing up on Whittaker
Set the flank, shooters ’round the whole perimeter
I don’t think he getting up, we hit him with a finisher
I don’t think he getting up, I don’t think he coming back
BriansClub, YaleLodge, I pressed a hunnid pack
You ever think about some shit like crazy it’d come to that
That shit wickеd
It’s four o’clock, San Fran’ time, seven at thе crib
As-salamu alaykum, send him up to heaven if he pig
Real sipper, fifty Faygos, finna set ’em in the fridge
When they reach the right temp’, pour a seven in the lid

[Chorus]
I just made a play by Oracle, I feel like Steph
Baby girl adorable, when she suck dick, I might just stretch
The run we on historical, y’all lil’ boys, y’all just be Jeff
It be horrible when y’all be ’round the hoes tryna impress
I just made a play by Oracle, I feel like Steph
Baby girl adorable, when she suck dick, I might just stretch
The run we on historical, y’all lil’ boys, y’all just be Jeff
It be horrible when y’all be ’round the hoes tryna impress

[Verse 2]
Ain’t saying that I feel invincible but I don’t live with worry
Kit on Dougie B, look at my chains, them bitches getting sturdy
Grab a blank embosser, write the tracks in like a minute thirty
You putting pussy over pape’? Oh no, yo vision blurry
Four-o on my hip, valedictorian
Flying through the A in a ‘Cat, active with Dorien
Hit him with that flame, you’d think that boy scrapping with Scorpion (Skrrt)
Made her hit a note then she blew me like an accordion (Oh my God)
Medusa on the belt, the shirt turned to Stone Island
Twerk when you up but when you down I bet yo phone silent
Move around at hyper speed, was sick of slow grinding
Lost my mind once upon a time, I had to go find it
Same shit be played out to me, it be new to you
We’ll leave him out back, pull up in Subarus
What goes around comes around like a hula-hoop
(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, yeah)