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Tronald Trump Video (MV)




Performed By: BabyTron
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: James Johnson IV




BabyTron - Tronald Trump Lyrics
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(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha)
Nyah, nyah, nyah, phew, nyah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

Rather keep it to myself, I got so much bottled up
(I got so much bottled up)
Hold the Presi' up like I just got elected, call me Tronald Trump
('Tron for president, dumbass)
Up the Mickey Mouse on a goofy, he gon' turn to Donald Duck
(Brrt, fah-fah, fah-fah)
I ain't even post the jewelry I been droppin', better follow Hutch (follow Hutch)
Actin' boujee, you a freaky frog, lil' ho, you swallow nut (you swallow nut)

Hate a grown man that is always crying like a female (female)
Blocked the bitch number, she done hit me on my Gmail (Gmail)
Smacked the cart while I was pourin' drank, I need a detail
Thirty city tour, tickets sellin' out on presale (presale)
Doggy broke as f*ck he couldn't make it out with free bail
Dog Shit Militia, when it's war, I bet we prevail
I can pearl up anything, don't matter if the leaf stale
Lil' bitch fast as hell, her pussy got a V12 (skrrt)
Clive wore off the gloves, you'd think I'm lookin' for a ski trail (ski trail)
Livin' like a shark, when I grow old, I'm gon' have sea-tails (sea-tails)
You be gettin' taxed, I just paid less than retail
(Used just paid like triple what the f*ck I paid, don't hate)
Quarter in a lil' leaf, the capacity's maxed
Not no Mike Amiri jeans, like, nah, these some Alchemy pants (Alchemy pants)
Refuse to go back broke, gotta manage these racks
Team stacked, you would think we had a fantasy draft (fantasy draft)
Always hatin' me, 'til one day, they was randomly fans (randomly fans)
Cuddy in the pie, you thinkin', "Granny done candied the yams"
Tryna' slime me out, I'm hoping your strategy's planned (strategy's planned)
F*ck the backdoor, I'm through the front like a Battering ram
F*ck it, I'm finna give the rap game some CPR (phew)
My life been a movie since we watched 'em on the VCR (VCR)
Bitch actin' like she in a foreign, that's her Titi car
Thinkin' that she poppin' out trim, but that's her Titi scarf
Somewhere on a beach with flame around, it ain't a tiki bar
Tiki Barber, runnin' through these hoes, I'm gettin' easy yards
Told her talk some money if she tryna make my wee-wee hard
(Haha, mm-hmm, he-he, nyah, ayy)
We was geeked all tour, STG (swear to God)
Woke up spillin' MPG on my FTP (geekin')
You ain't really in the game, you just an NPC
Crazy that I'm finna make an M just off of MP3's (ticket)
My white boy who keep a switchy, he look like FaZe Banks
You can't even hit a shot, elimination game Klay (lame)
His neck green, like a pigeon, all them fake chains
I just spent a brick of Great Dane on a Plain Jane

Rather keep it to myself, I got so much bottled up
(I got so much bottled up)
Hold the Presi' up like I just got elected, call me Tronald Trump
('Tron for president, dumbass)
Up the Mickey Mouse on a goofy, he gon' turn to Donald Duck
(Brrt, fah-fah, fah-fah)
I ain't even post the jewelry I been droppin', better follow Hutch (follow Hutch)
Actin' boujee, you a freaky frog, lil' ho, you swallow nut (you swallow nut)
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(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha)
Nyah, nyah, nyah, phew, nyah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

Rather keep it to myself, I got so much bottled up
(I got so much bottled up)
Hold the Presi' up like I just got elected, call me Tronald Trump
('Tron for president, dumbass)
Up the Mickey Mouse on a goofy, he gon' turn to Donald Duck
(Brrt, fah-fah, fah-fah)
I ain't even post the jewelry I been droppin', better follow Hutch (follow Hutch)
Actin' boujee, you a freaky frog, lil' ho, you swallow nut (you swallow nut)

Hate a grown man that is always crying like a female (female)
Blocked the bitch number, she done hit me on my Gmail (Gmail)
Smacked the cart while I was pourin' drank, I need a detail
Thirty city tour, tickets sellin' out on presale (presale)
Doggy broke as f*ck he couldn't make it out with free bail
Dog Shit Militia, when it's war, I bet we prevail
I can pearl up anything, don't matter if the leaf stale
Lil' bitch fast as hell, her pussy got a V12 (skrrt)
Clive wore off the gloves, you'd think I'm lookin' for a ski trail (ski trail)
Livin' like a shark, when I grow old, I'm gon' have sea-tails (sea-tails)
You be gettin' taxed, I just paid less than retail
(Used just paid like triple what the f*ck I paid, don't hate)
Quarter in a lil' leaf, the capacity's maxed
Not no Mike Amiri jeans, like, nah, these some Alchemy pants (Alchemy pants)
Refuse to go back broke, gotta manage these racks
Team stacked, you would think we had a fantasy draft (fantasy draft)
Always hatin' me, 'til one day, they was randomly fans (randomly fans)
Cuddy in the pie, you thinkin', "Granny done candied the yams"
Tryna' slime me out, I'm hoping your strategy's planned (strategy's planned)
F*ck the backdoor, I'm through the front like a Battering ram
F*ck it, I'm finna give the rap game some CPR (phew)
My life been a movie since we watched 'em on the VCR (VCR)
Bitch actin' like she in a foreign, that's her Titi car
Thinkin' that she poppin' out trim, but that's her Titi scarf
Somewhere on a beach with flame around, it ain't a tiki bar
Tiki Barber, runnin' through these hoes, I'm gettin' easy yards
Told her talk some money if she tryna make my wee-wee hard
(Haha, mm-hmm, he-he, nyah, ayy)
We was geeked all tour, STG (swear to God)
Woke up spillin' MPG on my FTP (geekin')
You ain't really in the game, you just an NPC
Crazy that I'm finna make an M just off of MP3's (ticket)
My white boy who keep a switchy, he look like FaZe Banks
You can't even hit a shot, elimination game Klay (lame)
His neck green, like a pigeon, all them fake chains
I just spent a brick of Great Dane on a Plain Jane

Rather keep it to myself, I got so much bottled up
(I got so much bottled up)
Hold the Presi' up like I just got elected, call me Tronald Trump
('Tron for president, dumbass)
Up the Mickey Mouse on a goofy, he gon' turn to Donald Duck
(Brrt, fah-fah, fah-fah)
I ain't even post the jewelry I been droppin', better follow Hutch (follow Hutch)
Actin' boujee, you a freaky frog, lil' ho, you swallow nut (you swallow nut)
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Writer: James Johnson IV
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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