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babyfxce e - crash yo whip lyrics

[intro]
(hop in, hop in, n+gga)
yeah
real striker music, n+gga
b+tch (yeah)
huh, huh, huh (b+tch)

[pre+chorus]
this the type of sh+t that make you crash your whip, huh
this the type of sh+t that make you flash your— hold on
this the type of the sh+t— hold on, b+tch
hold on (come on)
huh, yeah

[verse 1]
glock 23 pick him up, it’s a lyft
the reason why this b+tch so stuck, ’cause this d+ck
micro draco and it got a hundred in the clip
had to pin her ass down ’cause she kept runnin’ from the d+ck, hold on
like a dyk+ b+tch, i’m finna pull a strap out (b+tch)
you can wash my dirty clothes and pull a rack out
should’ve been got a versе ’cause, boy, you gettin’ taxed now
finna pick somе p+ssy up just to get it smacked down (d+mn)
i done f+cked my money up, but it’s back now (up)
turnt the b+tch up, now she think she that now
this an arp .300 blackout
grab all the strikers from the d, b+tch, that’s scat town (strike town)
sorry i ain’t text you, bae, i had to change the motor (yop)
my b+tch make me mad again, i’ma change my ho up
hit a n+gga in his wig, make him change his fro up
too many people know where i live, had to change my lo’ up
[pre+chorus]
this the type of sh+t that make you crash your whip (on god)
this the type of sh+t that make you flash your— man
this the type of this sh+t— hold on, b+tch (yeah)
hold on, what i say? huh, yeah (b+tch)

[chorus]
this the type of sh+t that make you crash your whip, huh
this the type of sh+t that make you flash the stick
i drunk all the lean in my cup, now i’m p+ssed
i know just how to set a n+gga up, get a b+tch (huh)
this the type of sh+t that make you crash your whip, huh (yop)
this the type of sh+t that make you flash the stick (n+gga)
i drunk all the lean in my cup, now i’m p+ssed
i know just how to set a n+gga up, get a b+tch (striker boys)

[verse 2]
striker gang, striker boys, y’all know what it is (yeah)
if they really want your whip, they comin’ to your crib
they wanna hang out the window while i slide the whip
take a striker to the tint shop, b+tch, i need five percent
use that same whip to slide down the block (b+tch)
we ain’t doin’ donuts this time, we ridin’ with the chop
it’s all bad b+tches at the car meet, they all takin’ shots (shots, shots)
y’all the striker boys? okay, y’all the one that make ’em hot
alright, y’all the one that make ’em swaps (uh+huh)
i’m out of gas, that’s the only thing gon’ make me stop (on god)
told a b+tch to move her hand, she keep tryna make me stop
h+llcats and hoes, that’s the only thing that make me smile
[chorus]
this the type of sh+t that make you crash your whip, huh
this the type of sh+t that make you flash the stick
i drunk all the lean in my cup, now i’m p+ssed
i know just how to set a n+gga up, get a b+tch
this the type of sh+t that make you crash your whip, huh
this the type of sh+t that make you flash the stick
i drunk all the lean in my cup, now i’m p+ssed
i know just how to set a n+gga up, get a b+tch

- babyfxce e lyrics

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