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UnreleasedJesus - BabyyTron Cant Complain Lyrics



UnreleasedJesus - BabyyTron Cant Complain Lyrics




F*ck the fire, we got grease
Hey, where I'm at, I can't complain, I'm more than fortunate
We got wood, we got girl to spot an orphanage
More than enough, came a long way from the shortages

Is you a rapper or a Jedi, you be forcin' it
Thinkin' that you catchin' up with us, what you do, snort a brick
Georgia trip, we on I-75 from four to six
You the type to go for the first, be sure to quarter inch

Bitch ask me why you keep on sippin', you just snortin' piss
I heard you are what you eat, you probably ordered shrimp
I was on the bench takin' L's, now I score and win
Retired settlers thought they never could afford the Benz

I guarantee she hop in, she get this Porsche glimpse
If it's beef on the flow, bring a fork with it
Hunnids, fifties, twenties, damn, I can't sort this shit
Birds usually migrate south, I'm headed north with this

Ain't no better feelin' wakin' up in court dismissed
Curtis on the flow, where the keys
Time to floor this bitch
Oh, you want your hoe back here

I'm bored with it
Only thing I'm mad about, should've recorded it
Tryin' to ride our way, but wasn't there when we boarded shit
World one, don't forget that backdoor exists

In here movin' high speed, gang pourin' tris
I ain't finna say no more, that's it
Shitty woods, dog sports
I ain't finna say no more
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F*ck the fire, we got grease
Hey, where I'm at, I can't complain, I'm more than fortunate
We got wood, we got girl to spot an orphanage
More than enough, came a long way from the shortages

Is you a rapper or a Jedi, you be forcin' it
Thinkin' that you catchin' up with us, what you do, snort a brick
Georgia trip, we on I-75 from four to six
You the type to go for the first, be sure to quarter inch

Bitch ask me why you keep on sippin', you just snortin' piss
I heard you are what you eat, you probably ordered shrimp
I was on the bench takin' L's, now I score and win
Retired settlers thought they never could afford the Benz

I guarantee she hop in, she get this Porsche glimpse
If it's beef on the flow, bring a fork with it
Hunnids, fifties, twenties, damn, I can't sort this shit
Birds usually migrate south, I'm headed north with this

Ain't no better feelin' wakin' up in court dismissed
Curtis on the flow, where the keys
Time to floor this bitch
Oh, you want your hoe back here

I'm bored with it
Only thing I'm mad about, should've recorded it
Tryin' to ride our way, but wasn't there when we boarded shit
World one, don't forget that backdoor exists

In here movin' high speed, gang pourin' tris
I ain't finna say no more, that's it
Shitty woods, dog sports
I ain't finna say no more
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Writer: Unreleased Jesus
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Performed By: UnreleasedJesus
Language: English
Length: 1:14
Written by: Unreleased Jesus

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