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meet me at the top - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro]
(rich100, show ’em how you do)
yeah, what up, rich?

[verse]
blm sticker on my gun, this b*tch’ll k!ll a cop
drivin’ back and forth with all them chops been f*ckin’ with my shocks
i was tryna take the stairs, n*ggas had me blocked
took the elevator, told them p*ssies meet me at the top (come on)
let’s be real, flint really got this rap sh*t on lock
the bank seen my pape’, now they want me investing in stocks
when i was ten, i was interested in the glocks
oil catch cans on my scat, the rest of it is stock
last week i made 20k, i’m tryna run it back
b*tch ass fat, she a rat, but her stomach flat
keep a brick up in my pocket like i run with shaq
hit a n*gga block, he thought i missed, but i’m comin’ back
like i never left (mhm)
don’t blame n0body for bein’ broke, put it on yourself (on god)
you thirty and still ain’t never blow, put it on the shelf
i hope you p*ssy n*ggas stay afloat, ’cause when i hop up in that water, i turn to michael phelps
i’m a shark, i ain’t got no love in my heart (at all)
felon, still got guns in the car, n*ggas run when it’s dark
i grew up in the hood, but i’m smart (mhm)
take a n*gga sh*t in the morning time, i just love how it start (sh*t)
and it ain’t even mine (b*tch)
you can have her after me ’cause she ain’t even mine (b*tch)
buy a watch just to read the time, can’t even see the time
i spent twenty all at one time, but i’ma be aight
i’ma get it right, i’ma get it back before the night (uh*huh)
i’m the type of n*gga to go left when they all goin’ right
i just got some sh*t through tsa that could stop a flight
just put a peg on the front of the chop, i got it off a bike
and it was a bmx (yop)
big motherf*cker, chopper bmf (big ben)
i don’t really care ’bout the p*ssy, i just need the neck
told my girl i’m twenty years old, b*tch, i don’t need to stress
y’all don’t need a vest, ’cause i’m only shootin’ above the neck
talkin’ to a vet, if you don’t know me, you better f*ckin’ check, n*gga (p*ssy)
i want all blues, b*tch, i don’t f*ck with checks
workers tryna get us out the store, we f*ckin’ up the set
[outro]
we f*ckin’ up the set
n*ggas said i wasn’t gon’ be sh*t, we f*ckin’ up they head
got a bad b*tch, we f*ckin’ up the bed
n*gga
it’s with an x, n*gga
fxce

- babyfxce e lyrics

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