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babyfxce e - fast dudes lyrics

[intro]
yeah
so many fast dudes, n+gga, i can start a dealership (b+tch)
f+ck n+gga (yeah, b+tch)
you can’t come around if you ain’t gang, this only membership

[verse]
so many fast dudes, n+gga, i can start a dealership (on god)
you can’t come around if you ain’t gang, this only membership
n+ggas play my songs and be like, “i don’t think y’all hearin’ him”
she gettin’ cracked by everybody, that b+tch a chicken head
try to lay her down, f+cked up, and i missed the bed
finna text my favorite ex and be like, “bae, i miss the head”
the draco like a hair stylist, this b+tch don’t miss a dread
ayy, who sellin’ a pint bottle? i kind of miss thе meds
ridin’ in a lil’ eater, it’s a fivе+seven
not even a week later, it turned into a ‘cat (on god)
she said she don’t be f+ckin’ when she first be meetin’ n+ggas
that same night, i took her home and turned her to a hat
missionary, then she tried to kiss me, i turned her to the back
n+ggas got on fxce and i ain’t get back, bro, imagine that
that n+gga scary with his gun, so just imagine lack
that n+gga hurt his scat, f+cked around and hopped the fence
huh, she playin’ it crazy, but i know she wanna hop on d+ck
if it’s just me and zay, i already know that he gon’ hop on tip
n+gga thought his sh+t was safe because he locked his whip
told her this a bnb, this is not my crib
got some sh+t that put n+ggas to sleep, i keep it by the bed
i usually had twelve pints of quagen i keep inside the shed
chrome heart with the see+through lens, i feel like malcolm x
huh, i ain’t the type to argue with you ’cause i forgot to text
huh, you gon’ have to call
how the f+ck he upped the score and he ain’t even have the ball?
have my n+gga come walk you down, he ain’t even have to jog
she said she wanna f+ck, he just can’t keep back the dog, man, he better not p+ss me off
rango on the floor, you make this play and i might break you off
twenty hoes on me, call up the gang, ’cause i can’t take ’em all
i can’t keep track of all my hoes, i’m finna make a log
this four+five a crossover, this b+tch’ll make you fall
that’s my secret weapon
blessed him with a gen 5, he got a seat to heaven
i like a picture of my b+tch, say, “you look so desperate”
every girl that i done hit, man, i treated ’em so special
some wish they never met me
give me the heats, man, they don’t ever check me
it’s a ‘cat, put a sh on the back, bro, they gon’ have to catch you
my lil’ b+tch so bad, but she always got me stressin’
big+ass ar in the closet, it’s built like lisa leslie
(yeah)
built like lisa leslie (okay)
big+ass ar in the closet built like lisa leslie
n+gga asked me, “how much for a track?” i’m like, “at least eleven”
we already got clientele, n+gga, ain’t no need for testers
huh, nah, ain’t no need for testers
i’m high as h+ll ’cause i was treatin’ the drank like a beverage
if it ain’t no motherf+ckin’ pape’, then i don’t even accept it
[outro]
yeah
it’s with a x, n+gga
striker boys, walk down gang
know what the f+ck goin’ on
what up, jay?

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