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sbn3 - baby back 3 times lyrics

baby back baby back baby back
i dropped a k and got 80 back
baby back baby back baby back
came with the foams i brought rabies back

he came with the clip, brought the whole reel yeah
i prayed to my god she said “no deal man”
met at the set, this a no steel land
rays anyway, i’mma steal that tan
rounds don’t hurt when you’re no meat, man
my whole d-mn chest from the holy land
xtrinity rollin’ 4 deep, man
the boy prayin’ cheap like a cold meal plan
ressurection made the police ran
made ’em all sprint like a roaming plan
4 octaves and they say she man
f-ck shiva we got 14 hands
your backin’ by dieties
they are not real to me, can’t even sing to me
jesus ain’t feedin’ me, eve isn’t easin’ me
adam got ribs, a full rack, eatin’ chilis free

baby back baby back baby back
i dropped a k and got 80 back
baby back baby back baby back
came with the foams i brought rabies back
baby back baby back baby back
money delayed we got 80 racks
baby back baby i may be back
f-ck around you get your lady whacked

never failin’ sales on your cd low
your mommy call me sugar, call you sweet-n-low
never start a fight, no appet-te for those who
wouldn’t see the light, break out your wallet for a feature mo
i been slidin’ into god’s dms
i don’t have her people but i’d free them
i’ll be goin’ hard beyond the pm
gotta see ’em to believe in, say their name and that’s a tm

he call it commercialism
flow from a he-rs-, i’mma birth what your version isn’t
2.0 better update it
virgin flow won’t f-ck with it
stars off the block wouldn’t walk for me
you ain’t talkin’ money, you talk funny
b-notes covered, i could drop honey
c-notes covered, kidz bop money
way to the elevator, let ’em all saw me
on my way up but they were down on my hobbies
ironic when them big gl-ss windows upon me
lookin’ down on the city that was lookin’ down on me
carson on my right like i’m tahoe
what would i know? i’m acceptin’ infinity
strapped like that mini-me, your bullets won’t limit me
simpleton symphony they play when they send for me

gimme 3 of those
gimme 3 of those, i’mma tapatio those
steamin’ like a demon
we been feedin’ with the heatin’ give it meanin’ not that he would know
meetin’ repeatin’ with steven every evenin’
we see the chili defeat him perceivin’ he ain’t my even
and then arriba we leavin’ can’t even plead with your grievin’
feedin’ the family we need ’em chilis foreally gon’ feed ’em mo

tell the fans of em, the industry planted ’em
talent was the seed sold by the man who abandoned ’em
soiled were the charts, the billboard couldn’t handle ’em
rainin’ money made em grow, now fans are demnandin’ ’em
farmers the team and they wrote those, pull up the clip if you don’t know
suffer the clip when you go low, money been quick, you in slow-mo
ore on their fingers no rowboat, ore on the rims of the 4-door
tourin’ they trappin’ with nodoz, need vip for a photo
bodyguard got a 9 on the back no romo
the paps poppin’ up iso for solos
gangs are for puppets the mouse club knew ’bout
cause a blood’ll leave you bare in your big blue house
if you’re crippin’, cool as nestea, no lipton
i’m the definition of ice, you’re just a skeleton that been dipped in
summer sun you won’t bode well, we’ll see your soul when the snow melt
got a prized piece no n-bel, better never tell if you know well

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