babyfxce e - keep it p lyrics
[intro: babyfxce e]
(enrgy made this one)
yeah
n+gga
[verse 1: babyfxce e]
f+ck slidin’ a lot, we do it in the street (uh+huh)
n+gga, i’ll keep one up top, you gotta stay on p
chrome heart for my top, amiri on my jeans
i got a glock inside them, i bet your ass ain’t peep
slidin’ in the street, a n+gga tweak, i’ma hit his top
i swear to god i made a ten before 6 o’clock (on god)
n+gga, you can’t up the score on us, i got that sh+t on lock
you cryin’ about three+hundred dollars, i got that in my pop
that ain’t sh+t, started rappin’, now i’m rich
you would catch me with a b+tch and i’ll still take your b+tch
trick on her, then give her ass back after i hit
keep it p, you won’t catch me out here flashin’ with my stick
[verse 2: lil darius]
i’m with babyfxce e, and we got vibes in here
play with me, this on game, we gon’ take it there
up the drac’, make it sing just like katy perry
i like it bald, kick her out if that p+ssy hairy (facts)
f+ck her good, make her cream, where de rose at?
blew a ten up in neimans, now they go to saks
was sixteen in my hood with a hundred racks
you can ask my big homie, n+gga, that’s all facts
i be ballin’ like the march madness, chrome heart on my jacket
ridin’ in a trackhawk but b+tches tryna give me cat
bossed up, i f+ck with rich hoes, f+ck all my exes
in my session, [?] me nothin’ but hoes, you would think i’m s+xist
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
i’m with darius, and we turned up in the a
left the shoot with all fast cars, you swervin’ lane to lane
i just f+cked the first day and she don’t even know my name
cracked the b+tch first and then i put her on the gang, that’s on gang
we got hoes in here (yeah)
open up the bag, we got poles in here
ass fat, i’m tryna f+ck, and she know i’m is
then i hit her from the back, so i know it’s real
call me e, i’m the one that get the strikers from the d
i spent money with the hoes, they don’t like you ’cause you cheap
keep a bl!ck on me, i just don’t feel right without the heat (at all)
try to talk and she don’t speak, bro, i like my b+tches mean
[verse 4: lil darius]
ha
i know e from the flint not the d
ha, i like hoes that don’t trip, they keep it p
before the rap, i was servin’ pounds in them streets
i think i’m a nerd, i sip drank and geeked
i’m with babyfxce e, we some young n+ggas (young n+ggas)
got a b+tch with a b+tch, i’m beyond tempted
580 benz, this sh+t’s not a rental
they got my homie in the pen’, i wish he had a pencil
i wish my doggy would’ve stayed in school
free my n+gga [?] shoes
now i’m f+ckin’ ig models drinkin’ ’42, uh
i went havin’ green, now my pocket full of blues
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