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babyfxce e - she love fxce lyrics

[intro]
(i ain’t gon’ lie, you tripped on this b+tch, jay)
yeah
huh, she say, “i love fxce,” huggin’ the pint bottle like i love drank
streets in my—
yeah

[verse]
she say, “i love fxce,” huggin’ the pint bottle like i love drank
i love you too, don’t p+ss me off if you want my love to stay (love)
i just got a h+llcat and put it in my cousin name
pull up with somebody savings and i ain’t even touch the bank (yeah)
i just made this b+tch so mad, told her we can’t f+ck today (uh+uh)
i was on probation in full body, that’s why i ain’t touch the k (frr)
got a micro drac’, i’m tryna make a n+gga duck today
how you got no pape’, but you swear you know a bunch of ways? (how the f+ck?)
in 2020, was sellin’ pills, i made a bunch of plays (uh+huh)
i can’t treat my hoes the same, i got a bunch of baes
i miss the road, i used to treat that b+tch just like a punching bag
stopped f+ckin’ with my scam n+gga, his sh+t don’t punch the same
walk in the store, grab some ‘woods and an evian
he flexin’ with a 39, lil’ n+gga, that’s baby time, huh
b+tch, i been the reaper, man, i feel like babytron
give my lil’ n+gga the switch and say, “you better not let me down”
1942, n+gga, this that baby don, huh
drunk two cups of juice and, man, that put your baby down
when i’m drivin’ red key, it feel like i’m savin’ time
paranoid, keep lookin’ out the window, i done broke the blinds
’cause we just got on a n+gga ass,
i’m finna make the club promoter mad, i’m finna spark a black
might go do some bad sh+t in my scat’, then sn+tch off the wrap
she like when i rub up on the cat while she shakin’ ass (come here)
the scale keep jumpin’ on me, n+gga, it’s finna make me mad
she on the highway eatin’ d+ck, she finna make me crash
seen a hundred cash and almost cried, how that make me sad? (how?)
i remember not havin’ that sh+t, please don’t take me back (on god)
don’t think you gon’ steal from me, like e won’t make it back
’cause soon as i make it back from out of town, i’m on your ass (n+gga)
maar an assh0l+ with the truck, bro, he all on the grass
some of my n+ggas don’t even got a car, but they own a strap
they probably can’t spin a block, but they can walk you down
that n+gga want eight thousand for that ‘cat? watch how i talk him down
catch him in a public place, he tryna talk out loud
put a b+tch to sleep, ain’t have to go another round, huh
oh, you tryna get a striker? i can show you how (yeah)
pull the lever up and push it back because that b+tch too loud, huh
use the black key ’cause that red b+tch probably gon’ take a while, huh (come on)
start it up, ain’t this a ‘cat? then why the f+ck it growl?
solid chain on my neck, can’t do the hollow sh+t
og tryna give me game, he think he on his wallo sh+t
i thought the ho was finna spit, but she swallowed it
she got more b’s than pennywise, lil’ b+tch ate a lot of kids, huh
wrist bustin’, can’t even see what f+ckin’ time it is
f+ck it, let ’em fl!ck me, i promise this time, they ain’t findin’ sh+t
i done f+cked around and made a hit off just tryin’ sh+t
do some sh+t to us and we gon’ spin more than a laundromat
n+gga got off on me, but it’s all cool because we got him back
can’t f+ck her like i want to ’cause if i do, she ain’t gon’ know how to act
you say you not a fan, but you pressed about a follow back
finna pour this shot up in your mouth, just don’t push the bottle back
[outro]
she say, “i love fxce,” huggin’ the pint bottle like i love drank
i love you too, don’t p+ss me off if you want my love to stay
i just got a h+llcat and put it in my cousin name
pull up with somebody savings and i ain’t even touch the bank

- babyfxce e lyrics

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