babyfxce e – big drice lyrics
[intro]
(big drice on the beat, yeah)
what up, big drice?
yeah
b+tch
it’s with an x, n+gga
fxce
[verse]
yeah, what’s up, big drice?
oh, you want a h+llcat? give me six g’s
covid mask, hit him with nineteen and put him six feet
i don’t think that’s a crime, i’m social distancing
i ain’t choose to be a rapper, this sh+t was meant for me
i don’t like to cheat on b+tches, but i have tendencies
i would’ve been had a million if i had ten of me
n+gga, you’ll never catch me dangling if i got enemies
but i ain’t even worried ’cause them n+ggas soft as h+ll
i need a grown b+tch, these young hoes childish as h+ll
middlemanning all them d+mn plays, i was malcolm as h+ll
kel+tec sing and fold up, i call this b+tch adele
that’s the singer and the laptop
they pulled me over and took the stinger out the stash spot
n+ggas been saying they was gon’ get me, but perhaps not
fmjs, tryna hit two birds in one glock (oh my god)
i mean two birds in one stone, n+gga
ain’t making money off that b+tch, then why you got a phone, n+gga?
grab her neck and beat it from the back, i made her moan different
i been in the mud since i was seed, i was grown different (n+gga, what?)
i’m tripping, i meant that i was raised different
if it’s my opp, then i’ll pop his ass, don’t need to pay n+ggas (okay)
paranoid, think my phone tapped, i’m finna page n+ggas
draco with the wood on it, this b+tch blaze n+ggas
yeah, put a n+gga in a toaster
k give his ass all he can eat like ponderosa
make a wrong move, ice his ass like anna and elsa
fredo got like 5k in giffies in flights for delta
you n+ggas just now getting a fully? we done had that
hit two ducks in the t++th, now they need aflac
her titties sit up right, but her booty look like trash bag
he wasn’t on time for sh+t, but that don’t mean i had a bad dad
i take care of my family, but my mama like the hashtag
hah, you get it? ’cause i put her first
she don’t like taking money from me, so i put it in her purse
seen a n+gga drink a four of lean, then slammed it with a perc’
f+ck her in designer, dumb b+tch done squirted on my shirt
my fanbase crazy, i’m tappin’ in members from the church
i can’t get caught with this bl!ck again, put it in your skirt
are we money getting n+ggas? say it in reverse
n+gga, i bet that sh+t answer your question
if me and gang stack our money up, look like number eleven
try to rob us, pull this b+tch from deep like number eleven
if we crash into y’all city, y’all ain’t gon’ do sh+t but call 9+11
[outro]
(ayo, drice)
(run that sh+t back)
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