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Bean Titans
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bean Titans was released on June 5, 2024 by Molly World Ent as a part of the album Da Boot Doc
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Release DateJune 5, 2024
LabelMolly World Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Molly
Bob Molly
Songwriter

Lyrics

When there's trouble you know who to call
Teen Titans
From the tower they can see it all
When the people on the attack
You better know that boot got me smacked
Nah for real
Look look
I-I-I be robbin' with a bitch
Call her starfire for sure
And my **** go gorilla
Guess we callin' him Beast Boy
And I got a bitch named Raven
But the streets call her Rose
I be shootin' with my left arm
Now I'm lookin' like Cyborg
I love how the blicky sound
Passin' out boot like hand-me-downs
And it come thick like a pair of eyebrows
Free Lil' Lo til my **** touchdown
**** got jack for more than an ounce
Heard he got milk like a motherfucker cow
Now these **** keep bitin' my style
Don't be surprised when your teeth fall out
I need help makin' these buttons
I got a 3D printer for nothin'
My granddaddy adopted
So them bitches ain't my cousins
Now I think I'm tryin' to fuck somethin'
I mean one of my fake cousins
You better go judge your mother
You better go go go
I really get this shit off
I be draggin' like RuPaul
I got cornrows like Cleo
And I'm about to set it off
Keep me a nine iron like golf
I be on the chicken like broth
Keep it smokin' like exhaust
Got that Glock dipped in my drawers
And **** know that I really keep a dawg
Stop cappin'
I knock the alligator off They lacoste
And I'm and I'm and I'm and
I'm on the beans like Rice
I will smack a bitch like Ike
I really stay up all night
In my own lane like Mike
And this glick got a flashlight
It's gon' guide me through the night
I got a from friend of mine
And it's gon' sing like Kelly Price
Turn me up one notch
I still keep the butter like scotch
I'm still puttin' boot in my za
I got **** stoppin' that car
They forgot who the fuck we are
And I keep the iron like jah
Pluck a **** like a guitar
Made him disappear Wallah
Turn me up three times
All that bluffin' should be a crime
Heard that shit you said in your rhymes
Take it back like a hair line
Keep me a stick like I'm blind
And I ain't hard to find
Look wherever the bitches at
I bet I'm some where behind
Aye I jam out the hallway
See through **** like an x-ray
You'll get boxed like a hot top fade
Out the window they have a raid
Hot hot hot like a microwave
They gon' fold like paper plates
Cover my face like a bathing nape
I like my bitches on section 8
Written by: Bob Molly
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