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Stutter Flow Video (MV)




Performed By: BabyTron
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: James Johnson II




BabyTron - Stutter Flow Lyrics
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Lil' d-d-dime, bitch, match the blick, this a ten milli'
How the, wow the f*ck you still ain't seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you'd think it's Fentyn'
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain't no wrench with me
Dsm, t-t-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin' to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain't never tried to help me stack it, but'll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can't, I can't even have you 'round if you won't been with me
Lil' c-cuddy pull up, chop it up, like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain't seen a dub, I just know you can't comprehend shit
And my, wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You want some-, you on some lil' girl shit, you need to step up
I'ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can't let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, I think it's time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just f*cked the Vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn't manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won't matter, you ain't valuable
You can't, you can't even tell I took the Drac', I'm acting casual
T-t-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain't finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin' in a UF-, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin', g-g-geek streakin', spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, "Where's the other bow?"
I'll leave, leave him wide open but he jumper broke
M-moncler, Goosey, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why still they hatin'? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like custard co
All that play, playin' with my pape', this shit'll get the buster bust
I got play, plays to make, ask the bitch, "Is we gon' f*ck or what?"
I-I got plays to make, I asked, "Is she gon' suck or what?"
I-I got plays to make, I asked, "Is she gon' cum or what?"
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin' fun or what?
We-we'll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doot-doot-doot, doot-doot-doot, I got that f*cker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man, like, "Do you got some mud, or what?"
A-ask the Zotti man, like, "You got bud or what? Crud or what?"
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin' sluts
Brrp, bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup's enough?
A-a-asked the bitch, like, "You think that one nut's enough?"
C-c-cops askin' if I know somethin', it wasn't us or nothin'
I got, I got Alzheimers, I don't really remember
I'm on p-p-pace for eight figures, make two-fifty December
Glick, glick glitchin', shootin' two switchies together

(Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dogshit Militia)
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English

(Enrgy made this one)

Lil' d-d-dime, bitch, match the blick, this a ten milli'
How the, wow the f*ck you still ain't seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you'd think it's Fentyn'
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain't no wrench with me
Dsm, t-t-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin' to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain't never tried to help me stack it, but'll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can't, I can't even have you 'round if you won't been with me
Lil' c-cuddy pull up, chop it up, like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain't seen a dub, I just know you can't comprehend shit
And my, wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You want some-, you on some lil' girl shit, you need to step up
I'ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can't let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, I think it's time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just f*cked the Vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn't manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won't matter, you ain't valuable
You can't, you can't even tell I took the Drac', I'm acting casual
T-t-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain't finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin' in a UF-, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin', g-g-geek streakin', spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, "Where's the other bow?"
I'll leave, leave him wide open but he jumper broke
M-moncler, Goosey, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why still they hatin'? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like custard co
All that play, playin' with my pape', this shit'll get the buster bust
I got play, plays to make, ask the bitch, "Is we gon' f*ck or what?"
I-I got plays to make, I asked, "Is she gon' suck or what?"
I-I got plays to make, I asked, "Is she gon' cum or what?"
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin' fun or what?
We-we'll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doot-doot-doot, doot-doot-doot, I got that f*cker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man, like, "Do you got some mud, or what?"
A-ask the Zotti man, like, "You got bud or what? Crud or what?"
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin' sluts
Brrp, bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup's enough?
A-a-asked the bitch, like, "You think that one nut's enough?"
C-c-cops askin' if I know somethin', it wasn't us or nothin'
I got, I got Alzheimers, I don't really remember
I'm on p-p-pace for eight figures, make two-fifty December
Glick, glick glitchin', shootin' two switchies together

(Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dogshit Militia)
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Writer: James Johnson II
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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