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stranger danger 3 - baby jace lyrics

[hook]
wearing #3 like i’m chris paul (chris paul)
hit a hoe once, and watch the b*tch call (b*tch call)
i got all these hoes, gotta hit ’em all (hit ’em all)
you don’t got hoes, better get ’em all (get her then)
cuz that’s how i used to be
chasing girls but i’m done with all the foolery (i’m done)
now i’m out chasing money bags and jewelry
been rapping for five years, this sh*t isn’t new to me, no
yeah, this sounds like take a joke, don’t it?
i can’t move in silence with all of these hoes on me
when i pull it out, they all wanna choke on it
i’ll put yo ass in detention like mr. hoke, homie
or like shomaker (on yo ass)
or mr. lowry (b*tch)
everybody talking hot but they ain’t really bout it (p*ssy)
yeah look at my neck, it’s a versace medallion (shining)
all my b*tches love to twerk like megan thee stallion, d*mn
everybody thinking what i’m gonna do next (what he do?)
i walk into the room and they breaking necks
i break my neck, i couldn’t believe my eyes
she was the baddest lil shawty with the thickest thighs
she gave me brain, but i didn’t think it
all i seen was those soft pink lips
n*ggas thinking they the coldest till the spring hits
sitting on the throne, that’s some real king sh*t (crown on my head)
[hook]
like a baddie’s ass imma keep it real (keep it real)
everybody hating, jesus take the wheel
slim waist, cute face, she a whole meal
but she got four rings like shaquille o’neal
i told you n*ggas not to f*ck around with baby jason
i got so many hoes, i ain’t even tryna name ’em
but one’s name is ava, the other one’s alana
but if she’s 13, then that b*tch a stranger

[verse 2]
whatchu doing being 18 and f*cking with 8th graders?
why you chasing all these kids, you should go chase paper
i’m just tryna hit them from the back and be like see you later, thot
don’t go hitting tater tots, you’ll get arrested on the spot
oh, you like to catch a lot? i should call you randy moss
i like big b*tts and i can’t lie, call me sir*mix*a*lot
i got the juice like motts, eating up on applesauce
like the sun, my bars are hot, i’m giving everything i got

[hook]
like a baddie’s ass imma keep it real (keep it real)
everybody hating, jesus take the wheel
slim waist, cute face, she a whole meal
but she got four rings like shaquille o’neal
i told you n*ggas not to f*ck around with baby jason
i got so many hoes, i ain’t even tryna name ’em
but one’s name is ava, the other one’s alana
but if she’s 13, then that b*tch a stranger

- baby jace lyrics

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