babyfxce e - no patience lyrics
[intro: rmc mike]
yeah
sh+t
haha, b+tch
ghetto boyz sh+t
[verse 1: rmc mike]
lil’ e want me to go first, let the reaper in
bro pulled up quick to make a sale like the pizza man
hopped out the car, could’ve caught a body, but the heater jammed
f+ck a b+tch, then f+ck her best friend, i’m the cheater man
knock the p+ssy out the ballpark, i’m a jeter fan
i’m addicted to f+ckin’ hoes, i couldn’t be her man
beat a n+gga ass in the cold in a beater, d+mn
play keep callin’, answer the phone like, “i’ll bе there, d+mn”
free ri, scream it еvery day until my n+gga home
i drunk a four and popped a percocet, now i’m in the zone
you need the best dog, call kirk ’cause he get ’em gone
i seen a n+gga make a million dollars off a minute phone
sh+t, i think obama made it
if you ain’t call my phone and spend some pape’, change the conversation
that’s fake ice, hold your chain up, it start condensating
i just wrote a script for four pints of wock’, but i’m not a patient
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
yeah, n+gga, i’m tryna get rich right now, i ain’t got no patience
yeah, look, shop slappin’ hard every day, we got a lot of patients
b+tch, this car got a h+rnet on it, this is not a basic
glocky send his ass to the sky like condensation
b+tch think she pullin’ up to chill, but i got condoms waitin’
rmc and babyfxce e, now that’s a combination
i don’t need guns in my videos, you know i got ’em
don’t be mad ’cause i f+cked her, man, your ho the problem
i don’t really trust new n+ggas, get your bro from ’round me
my n+gga shoot the k like a pistol, he got shoulder problems
white tax sixty, eight fifth, i get it twelve a p
you a new b+tch, if i ain’t got no condoms, i am not gon’ beat
don’t got time for catchin’ sh+t, b+tch, you can std
suck this d+ck, dumbass, if you ain’t catch what that mean
bro a b+tch, sn+tch him out his mikes like rmc
i got rhythm when i count my blues like rnb
a lot of mistakes in my life, i wish i had command and z
if you see me, better stop, drop, and roll like xmd
d+mn, i mean dmx
gettin’ money, fmb backwards, that’s bmf
b+tch blowin’ me up while i’m rappin’ and i ain’t see the text
kickstand with a peg on it, this b+tch a bmx
yeah, babyfxce, rmc, b+tch, yeah, you know the vibes
can’t find a better duo than us, it’s gon’ be hard to try
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