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babyfxce e - distorted lyrics

[intro]
(flinata, oh my god)
yeah
striker gang, striker boys, walkdown gang, all that sh+t
(crunkdope, how you grow that sh+t?)
it’s with an x
hmm
b+tch

[verse]
i just touched a hundred k and youtube just sent a plaque to me
don’t try to pull no snake sh+t, you know it’s gon’ get back to me
drop fifty on a chain, bro, that’s scat money
wood tip on the k, i got a black on me
your b+tch turned down, you need to turn her up
automatic hack, r.i.p inside my gun
i’m with my side b+tch ’cause i don’t show that ho no love
don’t try to tell me about your n+gga, ’cause i don’t give a f+ck
ridin’ with a glocky on me, i’m not even ‘posed to
eighty thousand dollars on me, got that sh+t from protools
check his ass for starin’ at me, that’s the sh+t that hoes do
real striker boys, take a chally out the show room
and you know it got like 20 miles on it
if you ain’t no fast dude, you can’t go slidе for me
b+tch head crazy, she just put hеr mind on me
if i get caught with another heat, then they gon’ put some time on me
and i ain’t talk about no rollie or nothing
no plate up on the back, might be a stolie or something
huh, all fast dudes, b+tch you gon’ know if we comin’
bust the pack open, cali weed you know the odor on it
huh, f+ck the stryker up and put some rotors on it
b+tch i’m up a hundred plus, you got promoter money
i went all blue strips, you can keep that older money
take the b+tton to my man’s crib and tell him hold it for me
aye i’m tryna rob a n+gga
on probation with gun charges and i still got a pistol
it’s so many hoes i f+cked, and i ain’t never kissed ’em
bro i f+ck hoes for free, i ain’t gotta trick ’em (huh)
my ho don’t care about me havin’ hoes, bro i ain’t gotta pick ’em
i’ll call your motherf+ckin’ phone, bro i ain’t gotta diss you
n+ggas pockets snapped in half, you need to try to fix ’em
spilled the drank all in my bag, i’m finna try to l!ck it
i done made my fans mad, i’m finna drop a snippet
precision aim with the glock, bro i can pop a cricket
i can cross it off my list, bro i just popped a stripper
fn on a n+gga, he ain’t gonna be able to stop a fidget
[outro]
(flinata, oh my god)
(crunkdope, how you grow that sh+t?)

- babyfxce e lyrics

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