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61 to 39 ii - baby jace lyrics

[verse]
and i got all this heat, and i’m boutta melt you with it
but when you try to spit the heat then all you hear is crickets
pulled her over when i was a cop and gave her ass a ticket
so i could suck on them titties and then get her f*cking digits
they said “baby jace, you can’t rap, so can you just quit it?”
you know i’m doing better than you b*tch, so just admit it
all these p*ssy ass n*ggas still play with fidget spinners
they asked “baby jace made part 2?”
h*ll yeah, he did it
cuz my n*gga miles bridges bout to go off as a rookie
she said she got a man, but these n*ggas still looking
i’m in thе clutch like james harden, now look n*ggas, i’m cooking
i thought thеy were good looking, but their face is so d*mn crooked
cuz the first girl, she wanted to be friends
moved on to the second bae
the second girl, she blocked me
like mutombo on the nuggets
third girl, since the 5th grade
d*mn man i wanted to hit
the fourth girl, she a hypocrite
i just went on and said f*ck that b*tch
cuz i’m making them big bucks like i was from milwaukee
all these girls some real fakes, they playing with my emotions
swimming in yo girl p*ssy like we up the ocean
pacific, atlantic, you name it, her man ain’t gon’ notice
this l, better hold it
my game is cold like a snowman
i won’t bow down to no man
cuz she walked in the club with no pants
cuz i’m whippin’ like obj, dabbin’ like cam
salsa like victor, you catching these hands
i’m looking at x like who is your mans?
we can’t even see your d*ck in your pants, like d*mn
it’s baby jace in this b*tch
i’m never f*cking with a snitch
she f*cking with other n*ggas, now she got my heart blue like the crips
i do not give a f*ck bout what she did
i’m rich forever, i feel like jay critch
hitting some shots, but i’m not hitting l!cks
they keep hitting you and you boutta have kids
you posting sh*t for the homies?
that hoe sh*t is just whack now
you talking bout shawty bad?
a b*tch thinking that she black now
you hitting n*ggas with the star eyes
ryan got an and*one, right?
you keep on f*cking young life, but i’m living my best life
61/39, 61/39
i speak that true sh*t but you lil b*tch n*ggas keep lying
but i don’t give no sh*ts bout you cuz i’m still on my grind
tell these hoes get off my cloud because they hating on my rhymes, yeah
nothing, nothing
you ain’t scaring nothing
you end our streak at 91, i call you dennis rodman
i’m rocking n*ggas like a robin
i’m shooting threes, joe johnson
and if n*ggas tryi to snap, i’ll catch a body like i’m doug baldwin, b*tch
might take a flight to beijing
my d*ck is a tower like yao ming
i’m so fly, better open my wings
to be a friend like chandler bing
now i admit it man, you can sing
but i’m moving on to better things
that junior wanted a wedding ring
so i gotta ask, is this your king?
[chorus]
61/39 (part 2)
61/39 (part 2)
61/39 (part 2)
61/39 (yeah)
how you gon’ end our streak?
you had to wait just nine
but i ain’t gon’ cry
cuz i’m getting lit like the 4th of july (pow)
61/39 (part 2)
61/39 (part 2)
61/39 (part 2)
61/39 (yeah)
how you gon’ end our streak?
you had to wait just nine
but i ain’t gon’ cry
cuz i’m getting lit like the 4th of july, yuh!

- baby jace lyrics

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