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free julo - peso peso & babyfxce e lyrics

[intro: babyfxce e]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
it’s with an x, n*gga
real striker music, n*gga
b*tch (what’s good, peso?)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
this ain’t no regular charger, n*gga, it got a ‘cat on it
that n*gga always lyin’, somebody need to go put a hat on him
graze his ass with the drac’ and put a tat on him

[verse 2: peso peso]
he keep speakin’ on my brother, on my mama, i’ma whack somethin’
i don’t even hit the b*tch if she don’t have nothin’
he was turnt for a minute, had some money, now he back bummy
i’m tryna leave the streets and focus on this music, but i’m back thuggin’
free julo out the feds, naw, for real, that’s my splash brother

[verse 3: babyfxce e]
that sh*t hit different when you ain’t never had nothin’ (for real)
two*thousand*dollar bag on me, you know i got a bag on mе (b*tch)
the boys try to fl!ck this b*tch, i’ma stab on ’em
ridin’ in a fast dude with somеthin’ that shoot fast on you

[verse 4: peso peso]
huh, i see his car, i’ma blast somethin’, park the whip (huh)
gave my young n*gga a switch and a strike, that’s the starter kit
that n*gga hidin’ in his house, so we spark his crib
hit his sh*t up with that fire, call me peso the arsonist
[verse 5: babyfxce e]
huh, got so many lines, i could start a script (yop)
every time i drop, they be like, “fxce, this your hardest sh*t”
you ain’t gon’ find what i got on, this sh*t hard to get
you like your b*tch bad or with some ass? bro, it’s hard to pick

[verse 6: peso peso]
huh, i got a fully on a bl!ck, kinda hard to miss
i hit the b*tch and then i duck her, n*gga, i don’t even call the b*tch
i got plates of the yay, finna off a dish
that n*gga really feelin’ tough ’cause his p*ssy ass dropped a diss
catch him in the galleria with his head down
hit a n*gga city, then i turn it to a meth town
we sent lil’ bro up on a hit, he let off every round
pop him up, buy some more, now time to get that bread out

[verse 7: babyfxce e]
man, your ass talk too much, pull that bread out
b*tch, if your p*ssy on that p, then pull a head out (come on)
n0body pressed me, if they did, they’d be dead now
drunk as h*ll, now i’m tryna knock a b*tch legs off (b*tch)
had to wrap the whip just so i can get the feds off
n*ggas want me put ’em on my back, i took the pegs off
huh, n*gga, you can’t ride with me (no)
huh, drivin’ with a b*tch in a striker like, “what you tryna see?”
i ain’t made it ’til all my n*ggas rich, we all gotta eat
we all got a heat with one up top, that’s how you gotta be
cuz thought he was finna get got, that’s how he caught a b
state boys caught me with a glock, that’s how i caught a c
[outro: babyfxce e]
d*mn, sh*t
state boys caught me with the glock, that’s how i caught a c
that’s a case, n*gga
yeah
it ain’t sh*t to get another scat, that’s why i call it free
b*tch

- peso peso babyfxce e lyrics

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