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babyfxce e - broad day pt2 lyrics

[intro]
i ain’t gon’ lie, this sh+t like the game, n+gga (yeah, b+tch)
n+ggas gettin’ cooked
‘cept you n+ggas gettin’ cooked in real life, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? f+ckin’ with us

[verse]
if you break it down, that sh+t really a game for real, huh (on god)
n+ggas where they at cause they ain’t really train for real
you wasn’t on that block with me, you ain’t gang for real
and if you was, you know that dirty dude, that was stainless steel (hah)
smoke session for a couple thousand, i’m gettin’ paid to chill
told her, “you can come over my house, but you ain’t stayin’ there” (girl)
baby e just came lamb chop, bro, he ain’t playin’ fair
i’ll pop a n+gga broad day and leave him layin’ there
i’ll pop a n+gga broad day and do it with no ski (huh)
n+gga said he ain’t mean to say it like that, then tell me what you mean
i like when b+tches call my phone like, “baby, what you eat?” (come on)
i ain’t even thinkin’ ’bout no food, bruh, i been gettin’ cheese
told gang to stay smooth on that road, he say he goin’ east (b+tch)
lil’ ho keep tryna push me back, she said, “you goin’ deep”
just got a glock for half a p
don’t k!ll him, but leave him braindead, bruh, that’s a half a b
if i tell all the fast dudes to pull up, we ain’t gon’ have no street
we must’ve just got out of jail or somethin’ if we ain’t have no heat
where the f+ck the trackhawk? ’cause we ain’t have no jeep
don’t tell a n+gga to step on me ’cause he ain’t gon’ have no feet
the fans keep on askin’ like, “when rio comin’ home?”
i be playin’ that sh+t crazy, i’m like, “we don’t even know” (i don’t know)
i should buy a tennis chain, a couple features on the floor
i don’t want your b+tch for real, but i might keep her ’cause she cold
she a freak, keyshia cole, huh (on god)
every time that b+tch ring, got the heater at the door
i just left the state twice, my op ain’t even know, my po ain’t even know (f+ck)
i’m still rollin’ with the pole
b+tch, i’m from the ghetto, you might catch me rollin’ in the store (b+tch)
they wanna take it to the ‘net until i’m trollin’ on the post
don’t gotta say that you a b+tch, bruh, i can show that you a ho (know)
i told her, “in order us to work, you gotta know to play your role” (alright)
he actin’ weird in public ’cause he know i hit his ho (yop)
milwaukee show me love, so you know i did a show (love)
how the f+ck i pop out without throwin’ that sh+t on?
the love be fake for real, but i’m knowin’ that sh+t, though (that sh+t fake)
she said, “you ain’t even called me just to make sure that i ate”
we finna get to pressin’ n+ggas ’cause we don’t know who else to blame
i ain’t gon’ lie, stay in the crib this summer ’cause this sh+t ain’t safe
i wish i could move the way i used to move, but i can’t
[outro]
yeah
so much sh+t done changed in the last couple years
i can’t even move the way i used to move
sh+t crazy
that more money, more problems sh+t for real

- babyfxce e lyrics

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