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babyfxce e - hazard lights lyrics

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
b+tch
what i say?
two, twenty+five minutes
uh

[verse]
n+gga, i can do this sh+t in twenty+five
if i see like thirty n+ggas, i bet twenty die
all the hoes on me ’cause they see me gettin’ money now
back then, they used to wake me off like they tryna— huh
like they tryna hit a fly
i can hit your cup, i’m tryna get a lil’ high
i was beatin’ n+ggas’ ass even though i was a lil’ guy
still the same size, but now i’m ridin’ with a big+ass chop
now i’m walkin’ with a big+ass yacht
rappin’ fast, gotta be somewhere at 6 o’clock
i know n+ggas’ ass in jail right now off a six of wock’
i remember n+ggas bring they guns so we can fix thеy glock
n+ggas thought i was a gunsmith
n+ggas get on us, i better hеar your f+ckin’ gun cl!ck
she say he cheatin’ on me, i said, “quit askin’ me dumb sh+t”
man, this b+tch trippin’, ’cause we only like a month in
huh, send a n+gga up top like a bunk bed
try not to catch feelings, we just f+ck friends
better get your homegirl, ’cause i f+ck friends
p+ssy good, ten minutes later, i was sucked in
almost hoed the drank man, he said, “meet me ‘morrow”
pulled up in a three hundred and i leave in a charger
p.o. mad ’cause i told him that i’m leavin’ tomorrow
he said, “you gotta start givin’ me a heads+up”
f+ck her from the front, how the f+ck i got her legs up?
beatin’ her sh+t down, bro, i had to put my dreads up
huh, i was broke once too, but i got fed up
it’s a striker in that b+tch, bro, don’t lift the sh+t up
n+gga, bro, don’t lift the sh+t up
i’ma be the only n+gga in that b+tch when the feds come
still in flint on tip, bro, my head gone
i’m in cali with no stick, i’ma have to squabble
get him wrapped for the chicken like an enchilada
been carryin’ n+ggas for nine months, but i ain’t your mama
he keep tryna duck, okay, man, that ain’t a problem
put a b+tch on her, i bet i see his ass tomorrow
huh, man, p+ssy really got some problems
they call me every time somebody miss a charger
three three hundred blackouts, you ain’t gon’ have no power
you tryna f+ck right now, meet me in the hond— hold on
f+ck, give me thirty minutes
f+ck security today, i’m with thirty n+ggas
you know that lil’ pocket? tee got a thirty in it
bag got you told, you ain’t gotta worry with me
i want a ten milli’ glock, they be hurtin’ n+ggas
your b+tch got you on a string, you a burger, n+gga
the drank made me smile, it be flirtin’ with me
the drank made me smile like a family picture
always rappin’ ’bout two+three, ’cause it’s my favorite pistol
might talk about the same sh+t, but that’s just what i’m livin’
time to lock you in my cell, that’s just how i’m feelin’
i knew i was gon’ be turnt, but this not what i pictured
i took it to a different measure
i got a ‘cat and a scat, bro, i got different pedals
you gotta start callin’ ahead, i got a different schedule
if i get mad, it’s gon’ be hard for me to be professional
huh, then i’ma get to pressin’ sh+t
all headshots like he had a vest equipped
who took a scat around flint without checkin’ in?
she only see me at night like i’m second shift
[outro]
yeah
she only see me at night like i’m second shift
n+gga
b+tch, you ain’t my f+ckin’ main b+tch, you my second b+tch
n+gga
i’ma bust all f+ckin’ day, i got an extra clip
h+llcat guts black and red, i’m playin’ checkers in it
keep that

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