Tron Cena Lyrics – BabyTron

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[Intro]
(Ooh, s*it, that's a Danny G beat)
Them boys got the belt more times than John Cena
Yeah, alright

[Verse]
Them boys got the belt more times than John Cena
My b!tch tatted than a fu*k, but she is not Lita
You ain't never been a Wagyuer, only copped pitas
They used to not see me back then, I guess I'm Tron Cena
Told her, "Shut the fu*k up," she needs an attitude adjustment
Need to add a boost, I might take some magic shrooms or something
All gold Chrome pants on like I'm Sabu or something
The Wraith looking like it's Star Wars, on Naboo or something
Hustle, loyalty, respеct
My lil' ho so cold, might get spoiled with a check
That pеndant turn your neck green, I boil my baguettes
Busting plays on the wild west, (??) coil in my Tech
Yeah, never give up
If life knock you down, s*it, you better sit up
It's only seven, I'm up
Remember catching the bus, now it's Teslas and up
Remember sitting in the back, now it's Delta up front
Yeah, this the test run, I call this b!tch the prototype
I can't believe you wore that fit, you left my photos trife'
We went twelve rounds, that ho was tryna go all night
Why y'all buy them kits just to tuck 'em? Can y'all show y'all ice?
Doctor of thuggenomics, doctor of puffing toxins
I just blew a knot on some Balenci', every step a thousand
I'll spike my pop like Umaga
I think it's time for you to go and make a few dollars
S*it, like word life, at least a new dollar
Skrrting on the turnpike while I'm blowing blue guava
It's either me, myself and I or I'm with two shottas
Hit that lab with my pinky ring on, this b!tch worth a new Honda
M5 '23 punching like a five knuckle shuffle
Fuzz upped his average, coming off of five double-doubles

He down to his last chips, that's five Ruffles trouble
My ho made six figures off of five hundred bundles
Bro masked up like Mankind, I bet that man die
We can't show old dude no love, I hope your mans cry
When I walk away like Cena, bet the fans cry
They gon' still show me love if I'm the bad guy
Mr. Money In The Bank, you know that cash right
George Gervin, told my lil' ho get the tab ice
Talking 'bout a champion, it must've been your past life
2030 right around the corner, hold that cash tight

[Outro]
S*ittyBoyz, Dog S*it Militia
Long live $cam, RIP Chris
T double H-L s*it
You hip, Skip? You know the script
Wipe ya ass, boys, huh, yeah
Nyaah