Lyrics Spidey-Senses.lrc BabyTron
[id: pshxwugt]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: 6]
[ti: Spidey-Senses]
[length: 02:33]
[00:00.06](Enrgy made this one)
[00:01.42]Hey
[00:03.32]Quarter ticket on me, no need to exaggerate
[00:05.23]It’s the middle of the week, but it’s feeling like a Saturday
[00:08.02]You ain’t got no pull, I’m known from Maine down to Santa Fe
[00:10.47]Running up my accolades
[00:11.62]Tell a bitch to act her age
[00:12.83]Couldn’t even hide that he was slimy, dog a rattlesnake
[00:15.33]Shit, I’m too schooled on the streets, I had to graduate
[00:17.88]Tension in the air, we see the opps, make ’em evaporate
[00:20.25]Sippin’ dirty Mardi Gras, them robbers make a masquerade
[00:22.89]You a dirty bum, don’t make me break down and elaborate
[00:25.24]Could’ve went and grabbed a normal foreign, tryna stack a Wraith
[00:27.79]We ain’t givin’ extra point-ones, let it calibrate
[00:30.27]Life ain’t a fairy tale, the villains be victorious
[00:32.39]Shit, I’m thumbin’ through a book, I got more pape’ than a historian
[00:34.88]Fuck around and fly the whip around, you’d think it’s a Delorian
[00:37.30]He won’t come outside the crib, stay in the house, he just be Coryin’
[00:40.13]Jefe knocking patients down with scripts, Dr. Kevorkian
[00:42.67]Dub, dub, dub, dub, this year, it’s been glorious
[00:45.06]German source on Discord, he got me speakin’ Sorbian
[00:47.66]On the road with fire slides and punches just like Scorpion
[00:50.31]All that rah-rah you talking, it don’t un-lame you
[00:52.44]Shooters, they been practicing, gon’ fuck around and gun range you
[00:55.02]You been MIA, shit, you must be out of luck, ain’t you?
[00:57.47]Ask a bitch like, “If I up this roll, you gon’ fuck, ain’t you?”
[00:59.91]Part time hustle comes with part time results
[01:02.05]When I pop a P, it’s like Bruce Banner turning Hulk
[01:04.88]Shit, I feel my Spidey-Senses tinglin’, spinnin’ the McLaren
[01:07.43]All the horsies in the trunk, you’d think the whip came with a carriage
[01:10.19]Belt to ass, see the opps and whip ’em like they parents
[01:12.35]Wedding Cake touch, plug text like, “It’s time for marriage”
[01:15.16]All these stores lettin’ me down, might catch a flight to Paris
[01:17.11]Know you see this jewelry on my neck, gon’ strain an eye from staring
[01:19.98]Yeah, my pain deep, but my bag deeper
[01:21.87]Told the plug, “Pull up with loud,” he came through tryna blast speakers
[01:24.39]If I like it, I’ma grab it, I am not a tag reader
[01:26.71]Shit, he runnin’ out of miles, just go check his gas meter
[01:29.20]Catching bricks, glass cleaner
[01:30.52]Where I’m at, grass greener
[01:31.79]Said he sent a hundred mutts, but shootin’ with his bad finger
[01:34.26]SIG Sauer with the long nose like an anteater
[01:36.62]Tryna add me up, someone go please go grab the math teacher
[01:39.13]Shit, fuck, finna geek up like we at the Comic Con
[01:42.05]Every time I see her, I get ate, call her octagon
[01:44.40]How I took off in this foreign whip, you’d think I shot to prom
[01:47.01]I can’t give the new punch site, that bitch bomb.com
[01:49.64]Hunted down some retro red, it’s finna get nostalgic
[01:51.80]Smokin’ California in Miami, but the kicks Italian
[01:54.54]Militia vibes, you catch a hat and you gon’ get medallions
[01:57.02]Gang be running her like errands, why you think that bitch a stallion?
[01:59.67]We ain’t gotta check dog, he gon’ self-guard
[02:01.71]Dee got the LMG, he tryna hit your health bar
[02:04.53]You still probably rocking Roc, this some Hellstar
[02:07.02]Punch work so fire, it might melt cards
[02:09.23]I can’t tell you where we workin’ at, location unknown
[02:11.72]I’m a rapper, let the ARP sing all the love songs
[02:14.14]We gon’ make it flood, throw it up ’til the club close
[02:16.99](ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia)
[02:19.00]Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
[02:21.68]Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
[02:24.08]Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
[02:26.55]Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, damn
[02:28.84]Year of Release: 2023