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hypebeast - babyfxce e lyrics

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[intro]
(big drice on the beat, yeah)

[verse]
is you gon’ stay down for me the whole time or this just for the moment?
chillin’ in the whip, i got my bl!ck, i’m clutchin’ while i’m smokin’
watch who you be with, ’cause when you switch, it’s gon’ be the person closest
n*ggas gon’ be sick, i upped the stick and hit his ass with covid
that’s the 19
i got a gun and went to jail when i was nineteen
they took my 23, when i got out, i had a 19
you got a head that never run his mouth, you got the right fiend
he on the right team
the car guts ice cream, pourin’ up, sprite please
19x with thе switchy on it, it got the light beam
call a doc’, i wanna sip on purple, i don’t likе green
i’m in saks grabbin’ whatever cost the most ’cause i’m a hypebeast
chop kickin’, spike lee, sleep his ass, nice dreams
brush my sh*t in and out her mouth like oral hygiene
this 23 keep jumpin’ out my hand, it got mike genes
i’m just doin’ sh*t that other n*ggas can’t, so they don’t like me
but i say f*ck ’em, though
she let me f*ck the first night, that’s why i f*ck with hoes
b*tch, yeah, you cute and all, but we just f*ckin’, though
i can rap and autotune, i got a couple flows, yeah
matter fact, i ain’t even no rapper, i’m an artist, n*gga
you should’ve got with me when i was free, ’cause now i’m chargin’ n*ggas
5k, my price is my price, don’t try to bargain with me
he tried to shoot the drac’ from the hip and then it sparta kicked
before this rap sh*t, i played with guns, i hit my targets, n*gga
i’m the type to hit you in your sh*t, i ain’t gon’ argue with you
i’ma look out for you in the end because i started with you
you keep lyin’ ’bout the sh*t you did, let’s see how far that get you
that ain’t gon’ get you sh*t
quit hatin’ on that other n*gga, that ain’t gon’ get you rich
b*tch, stop tryna throw that p*ssy, that ain’t gon’ get you tricked
keep ridin’ other n*ggas’ wave, huh, n*gga, like that’s gon’ get you lit
like i was fit for it, i dropped a six
my heart cold, i’m from the mitt
i just did this lil’ rap sh*t in a year, so you can’t tell me sh*t
i been sold a f*ckin’ dream my whole life, so you can’t sell me sh*t
the n*ggas you hang around gon’ be the reason you a failure quick
[outro]
(ayo, drice)
it’s with an x, n*gga
(run that sh*t back)
fxce

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