Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baybar Blatoon, artist - SPARK MASTER TAPE. Date of issue: 04.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baybar Blatoon |
| Paper |
| Baybar Blatoon |
| I lookk to, at the Sparkk Regime |
| Aye this a bop |
| Pull up on platoon, its only bullets you get popped |
| Run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot |
| Hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped |
| I’m yellin fukk a kkop |
| With an opp bitch, gettin top |
| I said shoutout hedj banga |
| That’s the muthafukkin homie |
| That’s on the set |
| Fukk a headband, I’ll take cigarettes |
| Bitch i don’t miss and I aim for the chest |
| Then i move up to the face on the vest |
| Off his his ass, don’t give a fukk, less i digress that i am less than impressed |
| Even if you dressed to impress |
| Drip from the head to the leg |
| Clip from the head to the chest |
| I been makkin some big moves on these small hoes |
| I just kkopped so much drip the whole fukkin mall fold |
| Might kkop a new whip, depends on how these damn songs go |
| I pull up and gun up and beat that ass up like a bongo |
| I said strollin the street with them hollows |
| Homie, you better not follow |
| Ship in the bay, monte kkarlo |
| I whip up a suite for the bottle |
| Fukkin a chikk with a kkondom, my dikk too big for the model |
| I just got me a big Kkondom, mini your belly got problems |
| Bakk with a kkiller goon kkique, pull up like morty or rickk |
| Trackk on the table too sickk; |
| got love for a bulletproof whip |
| Aye this a bop |
| Pull up on platoon its only bullets you get popped |
| Run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot |
| Hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped |
| I’m yellin fukk a kkop |
| With an opp bitch, gettin top |
| Excuse me, i’m jus sellin drugs i’ll call u back im 2 busy |
| I’m on a blokk now with a whole team no extendo kklip in the glizzy, |
| shit kkould get iffy |
| Kklean up my blikky |
| Im pakkin no lackk in my city |
| Pakkin wit 50 |
| Hit em with chrome |
| Homie, that homie is now history |
| I’m the epitome |
| Lyrical tripoli (fact) |
| Dead in the snow likke i’m kkennedy |
| Y’all ain’t a fifth of me, have an epiphany |
| Breakkfast, I’m havin at tiffany’s |
| UHH |
| Too bad, too far |
| Run up, i’m bakk in the bakk of a U-Haul |
| Till death, due kkall |
| Its a long night but i fight for the new dawn |
| New gat, new god |
| Paper be the kklan, be a wrap when the kkrew kkall |
| Oh gawd, oh lord |
| My whole hood say… |
| Aye this a bop |
| Run up on platoon is only bullets you get popped |
| Run up on the trap you know that shit is on spot |
| Hop out with that Glokk out til your brain is getting mopped |
| I’m yellin fukk a kkop |
| With an opp bitch, gettin top |
| SWOUP |