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rich talking - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro]
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)
(if you ain’t got a beat from bam, you don’t drop enough)

[verse 1: babytron]
i ain’t askin’ you to tip your hat (nope)
we got every weight class, come and pick your match (come on)
b*tch got an attitude, like hold on, fix your act
how the f*ck is you a vintage pourer, never sipped no act’?
you ain’t really into fast sh*t, you never drift no ‘cat
we know that lil’ charger, better go and tint your scat
grb enhancement in effect, i bet i get right back
o*double*s*l*t, on some sh*t like that
on some sh*t like that
grb enhancement in effect, i bet i get right back
o*double*s*l*t, on some sh*t like that
on some sh*t like that, on some sh*t like that

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
pull up in the ‘cat, they like, “d*mn, i want some sh*t like that”
gave saks fifth five thousand so my ‘fit like that (n*gga)
i threw a switch on the glock, that’s why it spit like that
he was bein’ a class clown on the ‘net, the chop dismissed his ass
forgot the glock up at the crib, i’m finna stick his ass
my n*gga got more sh*t up out the pot than a brillo pad
i got my sh*t and put it up, you would’ve spent your bag
i went to drop some sh*t for my b*tch with her expensive ass
[verse 3: babytron]
better wear a helmet, cuddy hop out tryna temple tap
lil’ brodie took the robber route, he tryna bezel sn*tch
pull up in that lam’ silent, masked up, hannibal lecter
come and buy a 201 from us, we got scannable testers
i don’t do the most ups’ing, i’m a casual catcher
l after l, now the letter after the annual total
scam master, i can automatic or manual socials
f*ck me up sometimes up in the head like i’m actually global
used to barely deuce, it f*ck me up it’s a six in the soda
on my lone wolf, i buckle down and trip to minnesota
feelin’ like lonzo on my bullsh*t
dead guys in the fronto, i ain’t the [?]

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
draco hangin’ out the poncho, on my hood sh*t
sellin’ red in chicago on my bull sh*t
this ain’t on half a movie scene, this a full clip
n*gga, real sh*t, yeah, come on
just got another scat, it’s a used one, though
slide down the block by myself usin’ cruise control
glock 21, bullets lookin’ like some tootsie rolls
i just got two offers 300k and i refused ’em both, n*gga
ayy, who really wanna do it, though?
shots came so fast at his ass, it confused lil’ bro, n*gga
my streams a month look like computer codes
drive t*rex on somebody grass, lil’ n*gga, we don’t use the roads
i got two glocks, but i ain’t use ’em both
my sh*t keep goin’ over they heads, man, i think i got a confusing flow
these n*ggas be boostin’ like they put me on
i done made more money in this rap sh*t than your student loans
[outro: babytron & babyfxce e]
feelin’ like lonzo on my bullsh*t
dead guys in the fronto, i ain’t the [?]
draco hangin’ out the poncho, on my hood sh*t
sellin’ red in chicago on my bull sh*t

- babyfxce e lyrics

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