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get like that - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro]
(world famous)
it’s with an x, n*gga
fxce
alright, yeah
(world famous)

[verse 1]
what the f*ck you mean you ain’t got no money?
if i ain’t got it at the crib, then i got it on me
four*five leave holes in a n*gga size as a pepperoni
i can’t send the lo’ to my crib, just meet me at the coney
young n*gga, but i’m the real deal, man, you n*ggas phony
you can’t tell me that yourself real, you just gotta show me
i’ma look out for you just one time, you ain’t gotta owe me
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no money, if you think about it, i just love brodie
i don’t really trip on pape’
you spend that sh*t and get it back, that’s just the risk you take
my brother keep thе slr on him, he had the expеnsive k
thick tires on the trx, this b*tch michelin made
i just p*ssed brodie off, n*gga, fix your face
and then i broke the n*gga jaw and told him fix his face
you got all poodles in your camp, we got pits this way
his car had a lift, the chop hit it, now it don’t sit the same
n*gga, i don’t understand it
you got some money, spent it on yourself, but nothing for your family
catch a opp kid on the way to school, then offer him some candy
sn*tch the lil’ n*gga up and then hold his ass up for ransom
[chorus]
yeah, it can really get like that
they be like, “when you started actin’?” b*tch, it been like that
take a lil’ n*gga gun, make his mama get his pistol back
i hate when motherf*ckers try to tell me something, b*tch, i been through that

[verse 2]
n*gga, it just don’t seem like it
my brother dropped his cup up on the floor and had a lean crisis
the switch up on the glock shoot so fast, it just seem silent
i don’t even wanna touch your ass, have a fiend fight you
i’m doing verses right now
youngest n*gga doing it, but i’m turntest right now
my n*gga leaning in the booth, he off a perky right now
i know n*ggas f*cked up that’d hurt you for a thousand
yeah, i know that sh*t crazy, that’s just the life we live
n*ggas either f*cked up or got no wife or kids
make him work for it, if you give it to him, he gon’ bite your hand
catch you n*ggas out, beat your ass, and then ice your man

[chorus]
yeah, it can really get like that
they be like, “when you started actin’?” b*tch, it been like that
take a lil’ n*gga gun, make his mama get his pistol back
i hate when motherf*ckers try to tell me something, b*tch, i been through that
yeah, it can really get like that
don’t be somebody that you not, you can’t get like that
just dumped a whole bag up in saks, that’s why my ‘fit like that
i got real n*gga energy, that’s why my b*tch like that
[outro]
it’s with an x, n*gga
fxce

- babyfxce e lyrics

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