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grab bag - babybehr lyrics

aye..
y’all n-ggas
y’all don’t realize this n-gga, $ubz be in the trap n-gga
round 3 in this motha f-cka!
aye!

($ubjectz)
tote that f-cking grip
aim that sh-t straight from the hip, b-tch
i just need some cash
i just flipped a f-cking pack
get my money made it back
all you n-ggas talking but you don’t know trap
i just spent cash and i made that sh-t back
p-ssy boy you talking i ran off with ya pack
yeah, aye
jugging finessing the block
n-ggas talking you know i get the guap
n-ggas sipping double cup of that lean
got your b-tch i f-ck her i broke her spleen, god d-mn!
she gon’ let $ubz hit like 808, yeah
choke don’t talk b-tch give me face, yeah
f-ck n-gga talk you can get sprayed, ooh
feel like cameron-z-, imma run it up, yea
leave a n-gga slump with the headshot, blaow
sn-tch a n-gga cash, grab bag
choppa leave his chest empty like a bando (woah)
double dutch the mac 10’s call me rambo (listen b-tch, woah)

(henry castro!)
who’s that, n-gga, with the gold t–th?
bling!
who’s that, n-gga, bad b-tches on him?
me
i just want the booty like a pirate
pull up on a hoe and make her holler like a siren
came in her house
came in her mouth
came on her blouse then a n-gga dipped out
i got a million f-cking flows, equivalent to my hoes
cortez on my toes, hold up mami where you going?
we gon shlide
we gon shlide cause we down to ride (i feel like 09 weezy)
and shawty blow me for my flows like a low tide, n-gga

(babybehr)
and i said praise jesus
praise the lord
this my testimony
hallelujah
praise god, but i got this pack on me
p-ssy n-gga get no dap from me but i’ll cheese on a n-gga like some macaroni
n-gga i dont love no b-tch
n-gga i’m married to the guap, holy matrimony
b-tch told me that she wanna f-ck me but the p-ssy tart like an anchovy
i really do this sh-t by my lonely
you ain’t getting money, you on alimony
(p-ssy boy!)
the p-ssy stretch i call it luffy boy
yellow xanny got me loopy boy
and i’m geeking n-gga, this a ruffy…
sh-t
give me your two cents and get specific
talking tongue in cheek, thats a buck fifty
n-ggas said they out to come and get me
do these n-ggas know who they f-cking with?
long money, long clip, long hair
small p-ssy n-gga, long d-ck her
100 proof, off the liquor
call it quits, i think i’m k!lling my kidney n-gga

(outro)
$ubjectz:
hahaha, yo
this n-gga behr is always out of breath

behr:
i got asthma n-gga, f-ck you

- babybehr lyrics

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