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the second - baby jace lyrics

[verse]
got turned down again, d*mn that’s tuff
it’s like making the team, when the next day you get cut
yeah these b*tches did me dirty when i came out the mud
but they wanna be dirty when i’m tryna show love
but then again, i can’t really mess with these sl*ts
y’all catching d*ck in the street, instead of catching the bus
man y’all really stop cuz y’all doing too much
all these other lame b*tches all they wanna do is f*ck (f*ck them hoes, n*gga)
in a few years, i’ll be having racks
and hitting two bad b*tches from the back
and y’all n*ggas wish y’all could be having that
chicks get passed around like a cabbage patch, whoa
this hoe claiming her legs hurt
i’m a loyal n*gga, but the player got head first
i get my heart broke, while they letting they body burst
i still stand tall n*gga, i got a growth spurt, whoa
baby jace, where the heat, when you dropping it?
whenever you pull that phone up out yo pocket b*tch!
when you gon play the sh*t instead of stopping it?
if you listen i’ll take off like a rocketship, whoa
houston, like westbrook
i read the defense like a n*ggas best book
n*gga f*ck around, i’ll hit em with a left hook
and if they keep playing imma get they head took (bang, b*tch)
o*lowe, yeah that’s the ski flop
she mad fine, but these other b*tches not
the hard cold ground is where their knees lock
b*tches stay getting f*cked by the whole flock
flock of geese, why these b*tches always mad and blocking me?
shockingly, you don’t wanna be out this b*tch f*cking me
but i got no love for hoes, i’m just gonna let it be
you let everybody smash, why can’t you just let a g*o*a*t eat you out like some curry chicken
you ayesha curry, you want attention from n*ggas
i shot my shot from limitless range, n*gga i’m missing
but i’m back on defense just like scottie pippen
and i’m dunking on a n*gga like i’m andrew wiggins
using me for my talents, b*tch you must be kidding
i’m the only one who doesn’t want you for your titties
you been with so many n*ggas, b*tch you need a limit
i’m not a ps4 baby, please stop playing games
born in august f*cking n*ggas like you august ames
rest in peace, you belong in the hall of fame
but all these sinners at the school they must be insane
trying to use your ring finger for some other things
but i’m tryna use your finger for a wedding ring
yeah, that d*ck’ll make a b*tch do anything
scream or shout or yell or even sing
yeah, i’m blocking all these b*tches like deandre ayton
y’all ain’t having no f*cking babies with baby jason
jason don’t you have some hoes that you should be chasing?
f*ck that other sh*t, i’m just tryna chase this paper
so i’m finna let these b*tches get their hair pulled out of their scalp (facts)
they say never sent nudes, b*tch that’s a cap
b*tch you better watch your back, jesus finna get the strap
call me baby thanos, cuz a n*gga boutta snap
poof, now you’re gone, just like your thong
now a n*gga gonna smash who’s built like king kong
it’s straight up weird, and it’s straight up wrong
that’s the whole d*mn reason why i made this song, godd*mn
you get all these n*ggas blowed on
but like gunna and baby life goes on
i was finna give you a d*ck to choke on
but now it’s too much, b*tch put your clothes on, ah!
[outro]
this the album, baby!
d*mn, you died again?
man, revive you?
man how about you get one of your dumbass boyfriends to f*cking revive you
you f*cking sl*t!

- baby jace lyrics

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