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big drice - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro]
(big drice on the beat, yeah)
what up, big drice?
yeah
b*tch
it’s with an x, n*gga
fxce

[verse]
yeah, what’s up, big drice?
oh, you want a h*llcat? give me six g’s
covid mask, hit him with nineteen and put him six feet
i don’t think that’s a crime, i’m social distancing
i ain’t choose to be a rapper, this sh*t was meant for me
i don’t like to cheat on b*tches, but i have tendencies
i would’ve been had a million if i had ten of me
n*gga, you’ll never catch me dangling if i got enemies
but i ain’t even worried ’cause them n*ggas soft as h*ll
i need a grown b*tch, these young hoes childish as h*ll
middlemanning all them d*mn plays, i was malcolm as h*ll
kel*tec sing and fold up, i call this b*tch adele
that’s the singer and the laptop
they pulled me over and took the stinger out the stash spot
n*ggas been saying they was gon’ get me, but perhaps not
fmjs, tryna hit two birds in one glock (oh my god)
i mean two birds in one stone, n*gga
ain’t making money off that b*tch, then why you got a phone, n*gga?
grab her neck and beat it from the back, i made her moan different
i been in the mud since i was seed, i was grown different (n*gga, what?)
i’m tripping, i meant that i was raised different
if it’s my opp, then i’ll pop his ass, don’t need to pay n*ggas (okay)
paranoid, think my phone tapped, i’m finna page n*ggas
draco with the wood on it, this b*tch blaze n*ggas
yeah, put a n*gga in a toaster
k give his ass all he can eat like ponderosa
make a wrong move, ice his ass like anna and elsa
fredo got like 5k in giffies in flights for delta
you n*ggas just now getting a fully? we done had that
hit two ducks in the t**th, now they need aflac
her titties sit up right, but her booty look like trash bag
he wasn’t on time for sh*t, but that don’t mean i had a bad dad
i take care of my family, but my mama like the hashtag
hah, you get it? ’cause i put her first
she don’t like taking money from me, so i put it in her purse
seen a n*gga drink a four of lean, then slammed it with a perc’
f*ck her in designer, dumb b*tch done squirted on my shirt
my fanbase crazy, i’m tappin’ in members from the church
i can’t get caught with this bl!ck again, put it in your skirt
are we money getting n*ggas? say it in reverse
n*gga, i bet that sh*t answer your question
if me and gang stack our money up, look like number eleven
try to rob us, pull this b*tch from deep like number eleven
if we crash into y’all city, y’all ain’t gon’ do sh*t but call 9*11
[outro]
(ayo, drice)
(run that sh*t back)

- babyfxce e lyrics

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