BabyTron - NBA Jam Lyrics
BabyTron - NBA Jam Lyrics
Primo, turn this shit up
It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga
Come on ayy, ayy
Ayy, nigga
The road was trapping like a short bus
I feel special ed
If I let my sleeve roll up
She gon' give me head
Corvette black on black but
The inside's read
When you getting real money
Everybody call you friend
Next day I'm fresh as hell
Probably jumping out the Benz
Hit her and her friend? I don't know
It depends
Saw this shit clear like I had on a lens
Three thousand for the jacket
Two racks for my pants
The pants made in Paris
I ain't nevеr been to France
The jacket UNDERCOVER
It camе straight from Japan
I'm backing up Tron, on the site buying BINs
Hit the store, jam twice, green light
They some hams
Niggas talk down but they really be some fans
I ain't vote but the Prezi on my left hand
I'm on fire like it's NBA Jam
Hit your block broad day with
Six drums like a band
I left the strap in the whip but
You'll get hit with a bomb
I bet you full-blown rap but
She shaped like a model
I ain't even hit the gas yet
I'm going full throttle
I'm tryna my whole arm in the pot, nigga
Vince Carter
(ShittyBoyz) a hundred K, blue check
Lil' bitch can't get a follow
Hitman got a empty heart
So he sending hollows hitters like Rock
You know Stan punching like Apollo
Not bilingual but for cheese, yeah
I'm on it pronto m on my mind
I'm just knowing I'm gon' see me one
Always hide the barrel
I'm just knowing that's a BB gun
Used to bench ride
Now the hoes gotta see me dunk on a za diet
You won't probably ever seen me drunk
Seven methods, five hundred now
I'll be your teacher with it
Running after sacks like I'm good
In Beecher with it
Linked up with gang on the East
I'm with GT tripping
Bitch could lose both her eyeballs
Still see me winning i ball
Lil' bitch stupid if she thinking different
Damn, she got that one head
That's why I keep on twitching
You better ask about lil' Jimmy
Wasn't linking tripping
Ain't no guava cake around
F*ck around and the
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Primo, turn this shit up
It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga
Come on ayy, ayy
Ayy, nigga
The road was trapping like a short bus
I feel special ed
If I let my sleeve roll up
She gon' give me head
Corvette black on black but
The inside's read
When you getting real money
Everybody call you friend
Next day I'm fresh as hell
Probably jumping out the Benz
Hit her and her friend? I don't know
It depends
Saw this shit clear like I had on a lens
Three thousand for the jacket
Two racks for my pants
The pants made in Paris
I ain't nevеr been to France
The jacket UNDERCOVER
It camе straight from Japan
I'm backing up Tron, on the site buying BINs
Hit the store, jam twice, green light
They some hams
Niggas talk down but they really be some fans
I ain't vote but the Prezi on my left hand
I'm on fire like it's NBA Jam
Hit your block broad day with
Six drums like a band
I left the strap in the whip but
You'll get hit with a bomb
I bet you full-blown rap but
She shaped like a model
I ain't even hit the gas yet
I'm going full throttle
I'm tryna my whole arm in the pot, nigga
Vince Carter
(ShittyBoyz) a hundred K, blue check
Lil' bitch can't get a follow
Hitman got a empty heart
So he sending hollows hitters like Rock
You know Stan punching like Apollo
Not bilingual but for cheese, yeah
I'm on it pronto m on my mind
I'm just knowing I'm gon' see me one
Always hide the barrel
I'm just knowing that's a BB gun
Used to bench ride
Now the hoes gotta see me dunk on a za diet
You won't probably ever seen me drunk
Seven methods, five hundred now
I'll be your teacher with it
Running after sacks like I'm good
In Beecher with it
Linked up with gang on the East
I'm with GT tripping
Bitch could lose both her eyeballs
Still see me winning i ball
Lil' bitch stupid if she thinking different
Damn, she got that one head
That's why I keep on twitching
You better ask about lil' Jimmy
Wasn't linking tripping
Ain't no guava cake around
F*ck around and the
It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga
Come on ayy, ayy
Ayy, nigga
The road was trapping like a short bus
I feel special ed
If I let my sleeve roll up
She gon' give me head
Corvette black on black but
The inside's read
When you getting real money
Everybody call you friend
Next day I'm fresh as hell
Probably jumping out the Benz
Hit her and her friend? I don't know
It depends
Saw this shit clear like I had on a lens
Three thousand for the jacket
Two racks for my pants
The pants made in Paris
I ain't nevеr been to France
The jacket UNDERCOVER
It camе straight from Japan
I'm backing up Tron, on the site buying BINs
Hit the store, jam twice, green light
They some hams
Niggas talk down but they really be some fans
I ain't vote but the Prezi on my left hand
I'm on fire like it's NBA Jam
Hit your block broad day with
Six drums like a band
I left the strap in the whip but
You'll get hit with a bomb
I bet you full-blown rap but
She shaped like a model
I ain't even hit the gas yet
I'm going full throttle
I'm tryna my whole arm in the pot, nigga
Vince Carter
(ShittyBoyz) a hundred K, blue check
Lil' bitch can't get a follow
Hitman got a empty heart
So he sending hollows hitters like Rock
You know Stan punching like Apollo
Not bilingual but for cheese, yeah
I'm on it pronto m on my mind
I'm just knowing I'm gon' see me one
Always hide the barrel
I'm just knowing that's a BB gun
Used to bench ride
Now the hoes gotta see me dunk on a za diet
You won't probably ever seen me drunk
Seven methods, five hundred now
I'll be your teacher with it
Running after sacks like I'm good
In Beecher with it
Linked up with gang on the East
I'm with GT tripping
Bitch could lose both her eyeballs
Still see me winning i ball
Lil' bitch stupid if she thinking different
Damn, she got that one head
That's why I keep on twitching
You better ask about lil' Jimmy
Wasn't linking tripping
Ain't no guava cake around
F*ck around and the