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babyfxce e – get like that lyrics

[intro]
(world famous)
it’s with an x, n+gga
fxce
alright, yeah
(world famous)

[verse 1]
what the f+ck you mean you ain’t got no money?
if i ain’t got it at the crib, then i got it on me
four+five leave holes in a n+gga size as a pepperoni
i can’t send the lo’ to my crib, just meet me at the coney
young n+gga, but i’m the real deal, man, you n+ggas phony
you can’t tell me that yourself real, you just gotta show me
i’ma look out for you just one time, you ain’t gotta owe me
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no money, if you think about it, i just love brodie
i don’t really trip on pape’
you spend that sh+t and get it back, that’s just the risk you take
my brother keep thе slr on him, he had the expеnsive k
thick tires on the trx, this b+tch michelin made
i just p+ssed brodie off, n+gga, fix your face
and then i broke the n+gga jaw and told him fix his face
you got all poodles in your camp, we got pits this way
his car had a lift, the chop hit it, now it don’t sit the same
n+gga, i don’t understand it
you got some money, spent it on yourself, but nothing for your family
catch a opp kid on the way to school, then offer him some candy
sn+tch the lil’ n+gga up and then hold his ass up for ransom
[chorus]
yeah, it can really get like that
they be like, “when you started actin’?” b+tch, it been like that
take a lil’ n+gga gun, make his mama get his pistol back
i hate when motherf+ckers try to tell me something, b+tch, i been through that

[verse 2]
n+gga, it just don’t seem like it
my brother dropped his cup up on the floor and had a lean crisis
the switch up on the glock shoot so fast, it just seem silent
i don’t even wanna touch your ass, have a fiend fight you
i’m doing verses right now
youngest n+gga doing it, but i’m turntest right now
my n+gga leaning in the booth, he off a perky right now
i know n+ggas f+cked up that’d hurt you for a thousand
yeah, i know that sh+t crazy, that’s just the life we live
n+ggas either f+cked up or got no wife or kids
make him work for it, if you give it to him, he gon’ bite your hand
catch you n+ggas out, beat your ass, and then ice your man

[chorus]
yeah, it can really get like that
they be like, “when you started actin’?” b+tch, it been like that
take a lil’ n+gga gun, make his mama get his pistol back
i hate when motherf+ckers try to tell me something, b+tch, i been through that
yeah, it can really get like that
don’t be somebody that you not, you can’t get like that
just dumped a whole bag up in saks, that’s why my ‘fit like that
i got real n+gga energy, that’s why my b+tch like that
[outro]
it’s with an x, n+gga
fxce

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