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outro - baby jace lyrics

[intro]
and you see this?
you see this?
yeah that’s the valentine’s day fit, but f*ck a valentine’s day
how about instead, we can unfollow this n*gga on everything he got?
his main account, his spam account
his snapchat, even the d*mn ps4

[verse 1]
i remember i was playing with my bros
but there was a reason why i told them i had to go
she kept dating n*ggas every month what a joke
who would’ve known that she was a hoe
i remember i always got left on read
she had me hanging on a string, d*mn near a thread
i was shot in the heart, now i need some meds
i got pumped in the head now i’m f*cking dead, n*gga

[hook]
i still come in clutch, robert horry (shoot that hoe)
i be rapping for the fame and all the glory (get the dough)
even though i got another b*tch worried (what you know)
over cap that was posted on my story (that’s a joke)
but how you gon put that sh*t against me
you got a train ran on, now you’re scissoring your bestie
they both bad, that p*ssy could’ve blessed me
y’all used to be straight, now y’all just breastfeed each other like you b*tches are each other’s mothers
[verse 2]
these n*ggas think i’m g*y now, ain’t this a motherf*cker
i’m skinny but i’ll sack a n*gga like frostee rucker
you got knocked the f*ck out, call me chris tucker, d*mn
or like pj, n*gga shooting three j’s
you with all these players, and y’all ain’t even last three days
but it doesn’t matter cuz you’ll still give em bjs
but then again i’m still bj, the f*cking greatest
that stands for baby jace, if you ain’t realize
feeling like you got a milli, that’s a real vibe
these no life sh*t talkers love to be inside
they get inside the p*ssy and give em cream pies
now you got stupid kids, d*mn you a stupid b*tch
they say they don’t wanna f*ck, imma substitute the b*tch
they don’t believe that it’s bigger than a cruise ship
you with these n*ggas, you about to make me lose it
like the song i made with luka back in march
but they said that i was the real feature? man i doubt
n*ggas acting like they listen to my music
asking where the f*ck’s the album when them n*ggas really using me for clout, b*tch
d*mn, i got put on the 9th cloud
you talking to her, the f*ck you talking bout?
imma be the only one to f*ck her on my couch
step away from my b*tch before i knock you out
i’m tryna get to #1 on the forbes
king arthur vibes, baby i just pulled out the sword
riding n*ggas like a bike, when i could’ve been yours?
i won’t let it throw me off, i ain’t messing with wh0res
#1 on your back? you in last place
all you n*ggas washed up like some cascade
young n*gga from the east, i ain’t talking dave
i wanna do it for the 4 and do it for my bae, but
i don’t have one tho, all i need is my n*ggas
i’m chasing cash with all of my bros
i wanna go back, let my old self know
that the b*tch ain’t worth it, she was gon end up a hoe, d*mn
i don’t really even know why i liked her though
if she was on her period, she could’ve gave me throat
i go in fast, but i come out slow
and i had to snap just for the outro
[hook]
i still come in clutch, robert horry (shoot that hoe)
i be rapping for the fame and all the glory (get the dough)
even though i got another b*tch worried (what you know)
over cap that was posted on my story (that’s a joke)
but how you gon put that sh*t against me
you got a train ran on, now you scissoring your bestie
they both bad, that p*ssy could’ve blessed me
y’all used to be straight, now y’all just breastfeed each other like you b*tches are each other’s mothers

that’s the album, baby

- baby jace lyrics

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