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83 baby one mic freestyle (vice city edition) - 83baby lyrics

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[intro]
ahhhh
ahh*ahh
it’s that 83baby n*gga
glahhhh

[chorus]
they talking on bro, we gon get up with em (glahhh)
hop out, all black, we gon creep, we gon blitz em
bro threw shots, fell in love with the rhythm
free all the bros, thugging in the system (glahhh)
he got the beam, don’t care about the distance (glahhh)
rule number 1, could never leave a witness
lotti got poked, n*gga started twitching (lotti)
face*shot gang, send em to the dentist
(glahhh)

[verse 1]
where they at? let’s go creep to the 8 (creep to the 8)
where thеm n*ggas that’s saying bro name? (saying bro name)
bro in my ear, but i’m tryna flamе (glahhhhh)
fall back, better give me some sp*ce (like, glah glah)
when i up this knock, better get out the way (baow baow baow)
cause when i shoot, i aim it at his face (grrahh) (grrahh)
how he ain’t dead? how the f*ck he got grazed?
told bro it’s cool, gotta work on his aim

[verse 2]
ima creep on them n*ggas, by myself (like, like)
walk*down gang, i don’t need no help (grrahh)
ski mask, hoodied up with the gun on my belt
sh*ll to his chest, just to see how he fell
that boy a b*tch, you can tell he gon tell
i got a gun and i’m still on bail (glah)
no talking to cops, i could never *
no talking to cops, i could never tell
me and bro back to back, all black, in the night
screaming out “skeeee”, is he alright? (is he alright)
bro said he strapped, sounded like a dyk* (glahhh)
bullets bounce off his face, yeah i swear i don’t fight (baow baow)
i think i got one (grrahhhh), where he from? (like)
bet before i up it, n*ggas gonna run (like)
bro said “it’s my turn, you having too much fun” (glahhhh)
like, i’m tryna make em a *

[chorus]
they talking on bro, we gon get up with em
hop out, all black, we gon creep, we gon blitz em
bro threw shots, fell in love with the rhythm
free all the bros, thugging in the system
he got the beam, don’t care about the distance
rule number 1, could never leave a witness
lotti got poked, n*gga started twitching
face*shot gang, send em to the dentist
[outro]
(talking on bro, we gon get up with em)
(hop out, all black, we gon creep, we gon blitz em)
(bro threw shots, fell in love with the rhythm)
(free all the bros, thugging in the system)
(he got the beam, don’t care about the distance)
(rule number 1, could never leave a witness)
(lotti got poked, n*gga started twitching)

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