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babyfxce e - m boys lyrics

[intro: maar]
chopz
e, what’s good, gang?
what we on?
huh, f+ck it
huh

[verse 1: maar]
b+tch, your gun, i want a pic today
yeah, the police took my 9 and i really like my 40, i’ma stick to drac’ (huh)
cut n+ggas off, they wanted money, but ain’t get the pape’
how you hatin’ on your mans gettin’ money and he just demonstrate it?
yeah, i feel like ali on sport’s ill+strated
knockin’ n+ggas down with one punch like come and get your mans up, huh
talkin’ like he got his gun, but his hands up
n+gga think this sh+t funny, alright, n+gga, stand up
huh, n+ggas that be with you be the first to get you
that’s when i first got my pistol, had to stick my mans up
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no n+ggas that be caught up in the system
when i first got my freak ho, it get my bail money
huh, b+tch, get your ass up, i think i smell somethin’
’bout to put some ice on my wrist like i fell on ’em
huh, watch who you be with ’cause these n+ggas snitch
if i hear the time that they was doin’, they’ll probably tell on you
hmm
b+tch+ass n+gga
ganja gang, walk down, striker boys
you know what the f+ck goin’ on
chopz, talk to ’em
[verse 2: chopz]
my sh+t real quick
i’m drinkin’ on the don like it’s my b+day
all i care about is pape’, green just like cj
tellin’ on them clippers give your ass a f+ckin’ tip fast
thought you wear panties ’cause his ass got some f+ckin’ b+tch ways
i remember comin’ last, now i got my ways
strap poppin’ up quick draw, ain’t comin’ off the waist
if she ain’t givin’ up the p+ssy, comin’ off the face
if i ain’t gettin’ to no munion, it ain’t a+okay
huh, i ain’t a+okay
girl, you caught me in the sleep moment, it was a drank day
my b+tch buy me sh+t too, i’m like, “thanks, bae”
slide on a n+gga after 12, it’s a late scape

[verse 3: babyfxce e]
wake up, wipe the crust off like this a pape’ day
i told y’all this not a friday, but i got day day
d+mn, today is a friday, so it’s after nates
i understand it’s that type of month, but you still got some neck
like, b+tch, don’t forget
yeah, come on
huh, i make money in my sleep, do you think i’m trippin’ ’bout that sh+t?
huh, you right, ’cause i still am
b+tch sucked the blood out my d+ck, she a real vamp’
box with the drum on the clip, this b+tch’ll k!ll a camp
[verse 4: maar]
huh, n+ggas know we got the guns, but they still step
we’d do his ass like chris brown, he ain’t gon’ see the next scene
sh+t bad, lil’ b+tch tryna f+ck
i’m like buns off of belly, i ain’t gon’ f+ck, but i can get the neck, please

[verse 5: chopz]
wanna see my verse on your song? check, please
them fake+ass chains finna have your f+ckin’ neck green
like my cup is
me and gang get to pressin’ sh+t, we don’t care who it is

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
you can still get the belt, don’t care what you did
don’t care if you got ten hats, can end by a switch
’bout some pape’, i’d crash, won’t be about a b+tch
don’t gotta spread my dog sh+t, you can see it ’bout my ‘fit

[outro: babyfxce e]
n+gga, add that sh+t up, n+gga
go to all my pictures and add them b+tches up and see what my ‘fit come up to, n+gga
m block, strike
all that sh+t

- babyfxce e lyrics

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