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it's us - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro: babyfxce e]
(enrgy made this one)
yeah, ayy (what up, enrgy?)
it’s like i’m proud of what i did, but i don’t think i did enough (yop, yop)
just started my career, n*gga, wait ’til i get done (it’s with an x, n*gga)
i was— hold on, b*tch (alright, alright)
bring it back (come on)
yeah

[chorus: babyfxce e]
it’s like i’m proud of what i did, but i don’t think i did enough (i didn’t)
just started my career, n*gga, wait ’til i get done (no hat)
i was buyin’ ‘bows just so i could make some money, n*gga (uh*huh)
then i made some money, now i do it just because (f*ck it)
you won’t see the stick ’cause we keep them b*tches tucked (tucked)
come f*ck with my side, bae, we turnin’ b*tches up (come on)
go say a couple lines, then go put somethin’ in my cup
when thеy see tire marks on the concretе, boy, they think it’s us

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
in the strike, i’m tryna strike a lil’ b*tch, i feel like yachty (yop)
you wouldn’t look like money if you taped it on your body (b*tch)
you want me to take you serious, you better make a f*ckin’ deposit
n*gga, y’all can’t slide for sh*t, i’m finna take y’all ass to hockey
i don’t know her name, i just call her ass bae (bae)
she don’t know me neither, she just call my ass fxce (gang)
b*tches in the city, i got b*tches out of state (yop)
i got b*tches with some inches, i got b*tches with a lace
i got a b*tch that live in florida, it’s hot as f*ck, but she cold as h*ll
before you lock me up, let me sip the cup before i go to jail
you want fifty thousand for a what? you can go to h*ll
took a loan out of my own money, now i owe myself
[chorus: babyfxce e]
you won’t see the stick ’cause we keep them b*tches tucked (man, tucked)
come f*ck with my side, bae, we turnin’ b*tches up (come on)
go say a couple lines, then go put somethin’ in my cup
when they see tire marks on the concrete, boy, they think it’s us (us)

[verse 2: luh tyler]
why the f*ck they always on my d*ck? n*ggas sus (what?)
how the f*ck my brodie got the stick in the club? (how?)
talkin’ money, i’ma get it quick, run it up (yeah)
you tryna book me, i’ll rob that b*tch for a dub (on gang)
n*gga flyer than a bird, but you can’t play me like a duck
why you bought that b*tch a purse, n*gga? you ain’t even f*ck (d*mn)
ridin’ with that— (shh), know we gotta keep it tucked (yeah)
man, this sh*t come from the grind, n*gga, none of this ain’t luck (on god)
can’t believe a n*gga signed, now i’m up a million*plus (huh?)
boy, your chain don’t even shine, that sh*t kinda lookin’ rust (d*mn)
money on my mind, gettin’ chicken, that’s a must (yeah)
she keep blowin’ up my line, i only hit your b*tch once (what?)
i don’t got no feelings ’cause i rolled ’em in a blunt
gas in my ‘wood, this sh*t smellin’ like a skunk (ugh)
the plug on the way, fifty p’s in the trunk (on god)
can barely breathe, got exotic weed in my lungs (yeah)
i got ten in my right pocket, ten in my left (yeah)
he wasn’t talkin’ money to me, so i acted like i’m deaf (d*mn)
ain’t n0body give it to me, went and got it by myself (yeah)
all these n*ggas hatin’ on me, i just tell ’em go to h*ll (go to h*ll)
i just want the head, told the b*tch to use her noggin (ugh)
you don’t got no bread, n*gga, you be window shoppin’ (d*mn)
the fans love the music, they like, “tyler, when you droppin’?” (on god)
i hope he don’t gotta use it, but my brodie keep the rocket (rrah)
[chorus: babyfxce e]
you won’t see the stick ’cause we keep them b*tches tucked (tucked)
come f*ck with my side, bae, we turnin’ b*tches up (come on)
go say a couple lines, then go put somethin’ in my cup
when they see tire marks on the concrete, boy, they think it’s us

- babyfxce e lyrics

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