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face no book (remix) - heembeezy lyrics

[intro: heembeezy]
yeah, yeah, yeah
all night, b*tch, it’s the joint
the trophy himself and all that, stop playin’
hmm, yeah, aight, hmm

[verse 1: heembeezy]
i just pulled up in a*, hmm, wait
i just pulled up in a benz, baby, bring your friends
if you ain’t throwin’ neck, baby, you can’t get up in
and i ain’t goin’ in if i can’t bring the glock in
i can’t do the nine*to*five, i could never clock in
i was never up in school, i was out flockin’
b*tch, i’m mr. turn nothin’ into somethin’
we don’t do no sucka duckin’
we them n*ggas that was born to ’cause ruckus
slidin’ on the suckas at three in the morning in a bucket
i’ma die behind my grammys, if he touch it, i’ma up it
four*five if the n*gga think he mr. incredible
ass so fat, i be mad that it ain’t edible
she sucked a n*gga so good that shе turned me to a vegеtable
b*tch, don’t ask me what i’m doin ‘like it ain’t money on my schedule
if you wanna take it there, then we can take it there
best believe that i’ma risk it all if it’s paper there
i be at his b*tch house all the time, i get faded there (mm)
they don’t want no smoke, i was out on they block
tryna terrorize they whole gang, but n0body out (hmm)
we the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene
i’m that young n*gga with the chili, so they don’t like me
b*tch, i’m toxic, i’ll block you while you typing
why the f*ck you call me over and your clothes on?
i know she ain’t sh*t ’cause she don’t never leave her phone on
girl you bad, i’m tryna f*ck you with the lights on
i’ma lock her in as “pretty face” in my iphone
if i show up at three in the morning, you know what i’m on
skinny mini light skin little brace face
beat the yocky up, got the b*tch screamin’, “gang gang”
got her toes curlin’ signs like she g*ngb*ng
hold on, d*mn
hmm, tuh
[verse 2: blueface]
yeah, aight
baby, lemme see them wigglies
b*tch, i’m heem in da benz with heembeezy
beat the yocky is k!lling them ’cause she dying to see me
outside on their block, n0body was out
we outside every day, you a mouse in the house (why?)
b*tch, you ain’t know .223s go thru houses? stop duckin’
n*ggas claim they got money for dubs on the bucket
b*tch, i’m in a maybach
can your n*ggas say that?
b*tch, that’s mine, ain’t no take back
b*tch, i’ma dog, i’ll still hit a j*cat
crazy work
b*tch, you better move don’t get your baby hurt
my neck hurt
b*tch, you know this money touch my net worth
on g*o*d, b*tch, i been had money before ppp
aye, i just hit three b*tches told them, “e*e*e” (hold on)
d*mn, get too close this benz, it go beep*beep*beep

[verse 3: heembeezy]
d*mn
hmm, tuh
b*tch, you bad and you know it, fine in the face
you got ass, baby, throw it, put it in my face
baby, who you bank with? wells or the chase?
she see the sauce that i’m drippin’, she like, “daddy, can i taste?”
girl, i know you know that i’m a joint, but can i get some sp*ce?
blunts for the pain, smokin’ good cook’
i been gassin’ the whole time without a chorus or a hook
i was off a couple shrooms when i almost got booked
i done ran off on the plug and his sh*t got took
bad b*tch give me face all day, no ‘book

- heembeezy lyrics

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