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baby jace - dead controller iii lyrics

[intro]
you wanna ask me what i got for halloween?
i got friend+zoned
that’s what happened
i got freaking friend+zoned

[verse]
i did some charity today for the kids
and i did this sh+t for the third time
cuz these b+tches keep on making me come up with these absurd rhymes
i feel like robin thicke with these blurred lines
and so is your vision b+tch you must be blind
talking bout i’m the ugliest out my slimes?
you the same b+tch who’s swinging ass like a tree vine
i already knew you were a sl+t, i can tell the signs
b+tch, and you better read em
before i make the fourth part and i get heated
you b+tches really wildin’ out like dc and conceited
nick cannon, emmanuel hudson, and justina
but i don’t have a valentine, cuz all you b+tches cheating
messing around with condoms, b+tch you gon’ need it
unless you wanna f+ck around and show your f+cking cleavage
and treat these players like a king, but they’re not from cleveland (cleveland!)
and this ones for you
the same b+tch who blocked me cuz she thinks i likes dudes
but every day i slide up on yo ass and call you cute
but i guess that’s the type of sh+t that’ll get you screwed
to get you screwed by some n+ggas with the same name?
to make this look like a riley reid g+ngb+ng?
and now you moving on to girls like you don’t f+ck for change?
i’ll just be chilling while you’re eating out your main thangs
ight, lemme chill and move on
let’s go back to the 18th, what did i do wrong?
i got last, but i’ve known you girls for too long
since i’m baby jace, they told me to turn my cartoons on
cartoon network and nickelodeon’s where it’s at
but all you b+tches childish, i call it dexter’s lab
y’all wanted to run and laugh, i wanted to pipe you bad
don’t make me come up to harris t++ter and snipe yo ass
or get an s&w, give em a 40 piece
if i get 40 racks, don’t come asking me please
b+tch get back on your knees, go back to feeling some d
b+tch, i can tell that your younger sister’s feeling me
or somebody else in that class
i wouldn’t make these tracks if these b+tches didn’t get me mad, n+gga
when i was talking bout kb, i spoke the facts, n+gga
i made a third because my bae’s f+cking with f+g n+ggas
cuz i know he’s not treating you better
i ain’t gon’ sweat you babygirl i ain’t wearing a sweater
but you b+tches boutta blow just like lil tecca
i can’t even get a kiss, y’all won’t even peck it
i can’t get a f+cking hug, girl don’t f+cking dap me up
y’all about to turn me to ray rice so i can slap these sl+ts
n+ggas can be ray lewis, but they ain’t gon’ sack me cuz
cuz i’m a goat, tom brady in the f+cking cut
this sh+t is scary just like the 31st of october
and y’all be getting drunk, but imma stay sober
y’all keep dating these smokers, you think your heart is stolen
and then it’s end up broken, just like my third controller

- baby jace lyrics

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