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Lyrics Remote Control.lrc BabyTron

[id: oecqyznt]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: Bin Reaper 3: New Testament]
[ti: Remote Control]
[length: 02:54]

[00:00.07](Ayo, Mark A)
[00:01.59](Ayo, Mark A)
[00:04.18]Brrt, brrt (here it goes)
[00:06.42]The plates West Coast Customs
[00:07.62]Mr. Earn-It-All, you’ll probably ask to hold somethin’
[00:09.98]Thousand 101s, thousand beans got the road jumpin’ (shit)
[00:12.68]I don’t need shit, but I want more hundreds (brrt)
[00:14.90]Treat it like a king, you livin’ like a peasant
[00:17.10]Out here telling on yo’ mans? You ain’t gon’ die respected
[00:18.87]28, gettin’ bullied, boy, it’s time to buy a weapon
[00:20.93]I done did the Scat, ‘Cat, ‘Hawk, ‘Vette, I might try a Lexus
[00:23.36]What I paid for the juice, can only find in Texas (ah)
[00:25.72]What I paid for the shoes, you tryna save up (ooh)
[00:28.15]Shit, I’m finna get rich, my mind made up
[00:29.95]It’s 2022, cut it out with the same stuff (yeah)
[00:32.68]Ain’t you getting bored? (Ooh)
[00:33.77]Got yo’ bitch tapping out off the figure four (brrt)
[00:35.86]Finna hit the billboard, Mark hit record
[00:38.07]Saks workers call me “Drip Lord” when I’m in the store
[00:40.67]Told ’em I was finna blow
[00:42.02]Shit, I detonated
[00:43.31]Do you see a crease? I only step the latest
[00:45.95]Do you see the tee? I’m a rude fuck
[00:47.34]My pop flat, I need a new crush to pour this deuce up (shit)
[00:49.98]You said you gon’ do what? (What?)
[00:51.35]You seen yo’ opps a hundred times, ain’t shoot once (lame)
[00:53.79]You rolled a thousand ‘Woods, ain’t never blew runtz (lame)
[00:56.02]Oh, you on a budget
[00:57.08]Stop it with the monkey talk before I take a roll and up it (brrt)
[00:59.53]Shit, we know we all that, Kenan and Kel (shit)
[01:01.88]Doin’ fraud, VPN, it ain’t leaving a trail (nope)
[01:04.05]Keep it on me, fuck a grave, rather be in a cell
[01:06.43]Robbers in yo’ crib while you sleep, they ain’t ringing the bell
[01:10.37]If he don’t tighten up, he gon’ up in a LooseLeaf
[01:12.47]We ain’t throwin’ hands, I’ma make him use them two teeth
[01:14.35]Up seven figures, when you talk you think I lose sleep?
[01:16.66]Majin Buu, I’m charging up because my juice pink
[01:18.66]Doubled up the deuces, you could label me a four-sipper
[01:20.65]Shit crazy, my dawg turnt on me like Lord Nibbler
[01:23.26]You can’t score by yourself like you a poor dribbler
[01:24.92]You ain’t never spinned in the McLaren, you a Ford whipper
[01:27.29]Cream A&W, I turned it into Zoidberg
[01:28.93]Grand Wagoneer so big it destroyed curbs
[01:31.55]Mask on the hit like I’m out tryna avoid germs
[01:33.54]If you don’t know Danny G, don’t use that “Yoy” word
[01:35.88]My lil’ bitch keep a weapon like she Amy Wong
[01:37.83]One session, hundred captions, I just made a crazy song
[01:39.82]Up that ray gun and get him zapped, Brannigan
[01:41.94]Yo’ plug pulled up from mid-off rip, Hamilton
[01:43.90]They get it to Hamilton, he gets a clean look and buries it
[01:48.18]Yep
[01:48.77]Too blowed, got the munchies like I’m Shaggy Rogers
[01:50.32]Thinkin’ with his dick, set him up with a addy dropper
[01:52.73]I ain’t cheap, but I ran it up in family dollars
[01:54.42]Gift God, got that shit on me like a crafty toddler
[01:56.51]Slide down, tried to solve this crime? You gon’ need Fred Jones
[01:58.59]BabyTron, when I come on crank the headphones
[02:00.51]Only reason that you got a crib because yo’ rent low
[02:02.53](You pay like six hundred a month)
[02:04.07]Only reason that you got a whip ’cause you leasin’
[02:05.95]Intercept his play, to the crib like I’m Revis
[02:07.82]Heart so cold, need a crib out in Phoenix
[02:09.92]Road run 30 states, man, the trip is so scenic
[02:16.98]Shit, we sent him up, that’s how it sounded when he landed
[02:19.39]In the deep, try and find me? End up drownin’ in Atlantis
[02:21.80](But a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword)
[02:27.13](Stepped forth to oppose him)
[02:32.76]Up the stick and chop a limb off, Samurai Jack
[02:37.16]Five ball, the quick way, lil’ brodie stacking five jacks
[02:39.79]Hitman collecting souls like Demongo
[02:41.43]Buying slab woods by the bulk, I won’t light a fronto
[02:43.88]Putting out some cheese if it’s beef, treat it like a taco
[02:46.18]If he don’t shut his damn mouth, make him bite a hollow, bitch
[02:48.96](Ayo, Mark A)
[02:53.33]Year of Release: 2023

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