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babyfxce e - next up lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, drice)
(it’s with an x, n+gga)
yeah
n+gga
(fxce)
yeah
look

[verse 1]
i just started rappin’ and i’m next up, n+gga
just k!lled dog on the feature, now who next up, n+gga? (come on)
glock 23 hit you from the neck up, n+gga
they like, “baby e, ain’t n0body else f+ckin’ with you”
n+ggas probably think i’m fake ’cause i don’t really like to come around
n+gga, f+ck some cable, in the living room, we watchin’ cameras now
everywhere i go, i’m with the gang, we got them hammers out
gen4 glock with the scratches on it, this b+tch a hand+me+down
find out where the opps live and buy a crib by it
you say you slimed out, gon’ do some sh+t to me, you better live by it
b+tches wanna f+ck with me, they see i’m gettin’ big now
just because you paid me for a feat’ don’t mean we friends now
yeah, don’t mean we friends now
take your bl!ck, you weak without that b+tch, use your hands now
wastin’ too much time with this one b+tch, where your friends now?
when you pull up to my crib, you better walk in with your pants down
[interlude]
yeah
ayy, justo, we the only ones with bl!cks in here, n+gga, pat him down
had to switch it up on y’all n+ggas, man (pat that n+gga the f+ck down, n+gga)
n+gga, play “six flags” in the party, it’s gon’ slap it out

[verse 2]
run up to my camp talking crazy, we gon’ back you down
had to stop hitting her from the side, i done turnt her out
n+gga, stop smokin’ them d+mn tails ‘fore you burn your mouth
so many hoes cracked on the sofa, need to burn the couch
she moved from an mcm, she want a birkin now
so many plays up on the m, thought y’all would’ve burnt it out
y’all need to stop shooting up cribs, you can’t hurt a house
b+tch, shut up and get up on your knees so i can hurt your mouth
n+gga, i ain’t finna argue with you (nope)
i’ll have my spiders swing down your block like peter parker with you
ain’t gon’ pop sh+t with that starter pistol (n+gga, not at all)
glock clips look like wicks, you’d think that n+gga nardo with you
what the f+ck is that?
state boys get behind our ass with bl!cky, had to tuck the strap
this the same b+tch that shot that n+gga ricky, better tuck your back
this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t really get risky, get your ass fapped

[outro]
(ayo, drice)
(run that sh+t back)

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