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Da da da da da da
Yea
Da da da 
A toast to the bad guy
With bad bitchs the bad times el pass by 
An da da da 
Toast to a good man 
Who did his best

tú
en tu desierto somos el agua del cactus
causo furor y eso que no saco el álbum 
son Israelíes huyéndole al boom 

mi cuarto es día cívico, está

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

looking like money going to the highest bidder
And niggas gon trick it get to burning all they bridges
I'm just focused on my family and making them large

fascinating
Get more head than a cap on a graduation
I'm the best on a track by my calculation
Boy she sit and do tricks like a Dalmatian

Ah hell, think that I

Yeah I know I'm dropping this song a day before Halloween
It's on the best album known to man, yeah, it pass Mr. Bean
It will go down in history for

seven bully teens
And they are behind, I never saw them since my seventeen
I'm a street fighter! You wanna trick me? No no no no no!
My life is a show,

On the strip with me if I flipped the key
N' I had Christmas tree
Man, Cass sold more bags then Lipton Tea
N' I had chicks trick for me
Cause I'm a pimp
My

would be should be
Numbed by the pressure see I really wanna be me
Inspiration gone direction gone
Packing my bags I must be (I must be done)
But my heart

pop a pill
Im bouta die
Goin like Killy I wanna deal
Side by side I wheelie up in these hills
Scooter game sick
Suburban the way I'm built
Im west side

Babu X, Ah Moon - Love You Better
ISRC AUYHA2033305

Album - Babu On The Beat 1

ရေး/ဆို/တီး/မူပိုင် - Babu X (Hein Soe)
 ဆို - Babu X, Ah Moon

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

a bow tie
People don't like us they pass by
Shooting up higher than the sky
In all of this God we gon' glorify
Our turn Our turn
Sick and tired of being

ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums

niggas ain't got em
Why you try and paint that picture
When you really ain't bout it
Why every song that I make
Belong on the album
By the time you

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write

to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you

First things first fuck every single one of ya
Richer by the second c'mon throw that dirty money up
The world is cooking sunny up
Neighbors waving a gun

getting by on a half full glass
So kiss my ass, you buzzkill
Blissful ignorance
Silence ain't violence
Bury my head in the fucking sand
Turn a blind eye

The men them by the corner taking trips and munchies
Trips and munchies
Yo trips and munchies
Do it how you wanna cause you got the monkey
Tail
Men I think

lowercases
Every album that I made
It was created in a basement
Tell them scary stories
They gone start
To crowd around by the fire
Kill the game yea I ain’t

love
I Don't give a fuck cuz the World don't Dude
Voice Infinite if a bitch trick shoots
Question is who gone live, me or you?
Shit next day I'm looking

This gon get crazy like the BTS Fandom, And even bigger than a Chris browns album
Talking all that ish. When I hit in yo head it gon be big like a blimp

know
But you pressed to post like you rolling out for the album though
Plot thicken, the door knock and ya spot blown
Karma pimpin, yea she a bitch