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switch up - 94 baby lyrics

i guess it’s f*ck you b*tch i don’t even wanna f*ck with you no more
every days another fight another way to cut my soul
you done burned so many bridges pushed the limits hit my lows
now i don’t care about opinions i’m just gon f*ck me some hoes
ima spend a bag f*ck moving cautious don’t do things for show
you can’t look me in my eyes and tell a lie i smell a hoe
how you expect me to move past this there’s some things i can’t let go
use to f*ck you with some passioni’m a smooth criminal
got some questions where’s the answers where the f*ck did you go

no n*gga finna do all the things that i would do
roll me up a blunt sipin henny sippin deuce
i still chill at places that me and you use to cool

a n*gga heartbroken
but honestly what new
i smile like it’s ok but it’s not ima lose screw
i always wanted love but instead they gave cruel moves
i’m never giving up ain’t no way i could play fool
potentially i’m stuck in my thoughts there about you
i don’t no how you could hurt me and i still love you
don’t chu call up my jack i’ll most likely gon dub you
now that i’m alone it’s some sh*t that i’m use to

i guess it’s f*ck you b*tch i don’t even want to f*ck with you no more everydays another fight another way to cut my soul you have burned so many bridges pushed the limits hit my lows
now i don’t care bout opinions i’m just going to f*ck me some hoes
ima spend a bag f*ck moving cautious don’t do things for show
you can’t look me in my eyes and tell a lie i smell a hoe
how you expect me to move passed this there’s some things i can’t let go
use to f*ck you with some passion i’m a smooth criminal
i just want new b*tch i don’t wanna be sick
need to get you out my mind been buying expensive sh*t
by the way my cards accepting his declining we lit
ain’t no broke n*gga around here had to go get a grip
ain’t no broke n*gga around here had to go get a grip
i remember when you use to yell at me and u trip
next time that you see me i’m pulling up in a new whip
f*ck regrets don’t tell me sorry b*tch it is what it is
f*ck regrets don’t tell me sorry b*tch it is what it is
y’all so quick to judge but never no how quick god can give
go from rags to riches doing dishes i live this sh*t
wrote this sh*t inside my composition as a lil kid
yeah

- 94 baby lyrics

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