Houdini Songtext
von BabyTron
Houdini Songtext
(Ooh, Filthy)
Ayy
You did yo thing on this bitch
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
I don′t want the head if it don't come with spit puddles
Take his old-ass inside or I′ma lift uncle
If I'm in Walmart then I'm chip busting
Smoking boogie out the ′Wood, it came with cousins
Huh, the chop loud, I′ma switch muzzles
Rocking out with two drums, I'ma hit something
Gave his ass thirty-two, I′ma Rip something
Get online with a punch then I ship something
If I ship something, gotta camp around the corner
Oh, your granny sleep? I'ma scam her in the morning
Ray gun on me, I′ma blast him into orbit
Only hitting tens, I'll crack her if she foreign
Dick put her on a walker, Summer
Dawg full of shit, he a walking plumber
Used to be down, I′ma ball this summer
Throw me a Visa, I'm a all-time puncher
Brought the handkerchief at Jay Ale's, got me talking proper
Catch me OT with some bosses, prolly talking dollars
Doing fraud in a trench coat and I′m talking awkward
Can this bitch put her head down? Man, she talk for hours
Am I a hypebeast for the Yeezy and Supreme?
Can′t believe you cuffed girl, she was easiest to me
I'm the Punch God, yes, fraud is as easy as it seems
Throw a hook at you? Boy, I′ma leave it to Kareem (Abdul)
In the mall getting drip, had to take a picture
Leave that bitch while you can, she won't take you with her
Get the face, kick her out and you came to get her
Ain′t Jay Wheezy with the fraud but I play with wizards
Huh, at the self-scam working magic
Oh, the 'Miris got stains? I′ma Purple pants it
I was in a dark room then the curtains vanished
"How you get money?", boy, have you heard of scamming?
S-C-A-M, fucking dummy head
They put locks on the door but we coming in
If that one bag open then I'm jumping in
If she play hard to get, slam dunk her friend
What you think? Bitch, the thrust forever on
What you think? Bitch, my trust forever gone
If the piece hit, punch another phone
Do three tricks up, another roll
Pieces hitting up in Troy, feel like Polamalu
Oh, you think I'm soft? Boy, I ben Tron′ll pop you
To the opps, when I see you, I′ma Molotov you
Send my bitch to a clerk, she a Ronda Rousey
If I catch you out, shoot a movie like my baby Art
Bro chop go doo-doo-doo-doo, that's a baby shark
ShittyBoyz, that′s her favorite part
I was down, now I'm up, boy, I hang with stars
I′ll put him underneath like a subtitle
I'm a fucking heavyweight, where′s my jugg title?
I just wanna say one thing, man, I love Meijer's
Scat Pack a got wasp, I'll buzz by him
Stop drinking green, Luigi
I can′t pronounce what I′m eating, linguine
Hit 'em with a trick, Houdini
Hit her with the, she screaming
This bitch a demon with the head, she a hell-raiser
Lil′ bro a fleezeball [?]
Seen dawg out, bet he felt danger
Somewhere happy OT, I ain't felt anger
I remember when my heart felt shattered
Put it back together when I learned the self-scanner
Caution tape on me, oops, that′s the belt pattern
If you take some dubs, you gon take some L's after
Nah, I′m playing, think I'm undefeated with the scams
I'm in South Beach fooling with some Visas in my hand
See an opp, he see Jesus unless it jams
If it′s online, of course I′ma punch it, man
In the Nike tech with the dog shit showing
Face card too cold, man, this bitch frozen
Johnny Cage on the chop, it got kick on it
And if it's something ′bout the past, you can piss on it
Ayy
You did yo thing on this bitch
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
I don′t want the head if it don't come with spit puddles
Take his old-ass inside or I′ma lift uncle
If I'm in Walmart then I'm chip busting
Smoking boogie out the ′Wood, it came with cousins
Huh, the chop loud, I′ma switch muzzles
Rocking out with two drums, I'ma hit something
Gave his ass thirty-two, I′ma Rip something
Get online with a punch then I ship something
If I ship something, gotta camp around the corner
Oh, your granny sleep? I'ma scam her in the morning
Ray gun on me, I′ma blast him into orbit
Only hitting tens, I'll crack her if she foreign
Dick put her on a walker, Summer
Dawg full of shit, he a walking plumber
Used to be down, I′ma ball this summer
Throw me a Visa, I'm a all-time puncher
Brought the handkerchief at Jay Ale's, got me talking proper
Catch me OT with some bosses, prolly talking dollars
Doing fraud in a trench coat and I′m talking awkward
Can this bitch put her head down? Man, she talk for hours
Am I a hypebeast for the Yeezy and Supreme?
Can′t believe you cuffed girl, she was easiest to me
I'm the Punch God, yes, fraud is as easy as it seems
Throw a hook at you? Boy, I′ma leave it to Kareem (Abdul)
In the mall getting drip, had to take a picture
Leave that bitch while you can, she won't take you with her
Get the face, kick her out and you came to get her
Ain′t Jay Wheezy with the fraud but I play with wizards
Huh, at the self-scam working magic
Oh, the 'Miris got stains? I′ma Purple pants it
I was in a dark room then the curtains vanished
"How you get money?", boy, have you heard of scamming?
S-C-A-M, fucking dummy head
They put locks on the door but we coming in
If that one bag open then I'm jumping in
If she play hard to get, slam dunk her friend
What you think? Bitch, the thrust forever on
What you think? Bitch, my trust forever gone
If the piece hit, punch another phone
Do three tricks up, another roll
Pieces hitting up in Troy, feel like Polamalu
Oh, you think I'm soft? Boy, I ben Tron′ll pop you
To the opps, when I see you, I′ma Molotov you
Send my bitch to a clerk, she a Ronda Rousey
If I catch you out, shoot a movie like my baby Art
Bro chop go doo-doo-doo-doo, that's a baby shark
ShittyBoyz, that′s her favorite part
I was down, now I'm up, boy, I hang with stars
I′ll put him underneath like a subtitle
I'm a fucking heavyweight, where′s my jugg title?
I just wanna say one thing, man, I love Meijer's
Scat Pack a got wasp, I'll buzz by him
Stop drinking green, Luigi
I can′t pronounce what I′m eating, linguine
Hit 'em with a trick, Houdini
Hit her with the, she screaming
This bitch a demon with the head, she a hell-raiser
Lil′ bro a fleezeball [?]
Seen dawg out, bet he felt danger
Somewhere happy OT, I ain't felt anger
I remember when my heart felt shattered
Put it back together when I learned the self-scanner
Caution tape on me, oops, that′s the belt pattern
If you take some dubs, you gon take some L's after
Nah, I′m playing, think I'm undefeated with the scams
I'm in South Beach fooling with some Visas in my hand
See an opp, he see Jesus unless it jams
If it′s online, of course I′ma punch it, man
In the Nike tech with the dog shit showing
Face card too cold, man, this bitch frozen
Johnny Cage on the chop, it got kick on it
And if it's something ′bout the past, you can piss on it
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