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diamond - rex vici & baby ape lyrics

[hook: rex vici , baby ape]

jumping out a plane yea
rollie gold simple plane yea
gun on my waist full
bullets flying dumping clips ooo
yea in chicago selling pounds of grass
what you need n*gga i got the f*cking gas
n*gga what you need i got the mothaf*cking straps
in the f*cking hood n*gga
in the f*cking hood n*gga

[verse 1: rex vici]

i just hit a jugg we downing bottles yea we chuggin
lil b*tch take my s*m*n down her throat aye
she got a mouth full
not hungry she full
these n*ggas so fu
can see right through you
i got a bad b*tch , from utah
yea she from salt lake , these b*tches salty
cuz ion choose em , b*tch wait for your turn
just put a coin in
turning up
on a tuesday
just like makonnen
i’m flying i’m an astronaut
these b*tch say she real , b*tch you not
she trynna diss me b*tch you better not
she tripping b*tch tie your shoes ona f*cking knot

i’m off the the drug uh uh ugs
sippin on lean ee ee ean
i’m smoking weed ee ee eed
moving some weight eight eight eight
it’s getting late ate ate ate
come back to my place aye aye
put her to sleep ee ee eep
gave her some d*ck ee ee ee

posted on the hood corner selling drugs
gotta give pharao their cut so we don’t gotta worry bout the opps
i got new goals i’m not a goal keeper
i got so many girls if she a hoe then you keep er
i’m driving in the new beamer
amg a 4 seater
i got a pistol on my side aye
go get yo money don’t cry baby
bought a penthouse with a lobby in it
can see my city and it also got a pool up here

[hook: rex vici , baby ape]
jumping out a plane yea
rollie gold simple plane yea
gun on my waist full
bullets flying dumping clips ooo
yea in chicago selling pounds of grass
what you need n*gga i got the f*cking gas
n*gga what you need i got the mothaf*cking straps
in the f*cking hood n*gga
in the f*cking hood n*gga

[verse 2: baby ape]

i’m off a f*cking flat
landen in jail off the xans
got a new girl with a bigger ass
became the plug now i’m getting bands
shoot up a opp no throwing hands

expensive watch it cost more than your crib
in the club a b*tch is sucking my d*ck
the fat check make her wet makes her drip
i’m a need a sp*ceship, we on a f*cking mission
a mission assault
the crowd goes on soft
people ?
bout to pull on a benz truck
i’m the plug what you need got that dough
expensive jewelry, bout to hit the store
rolling with some goons with a mafiaso
imma pull up with the 4 4
he said he feeling kinda loko
bouta do some blo do some coke coke
i’m santa claus cuz i got the hoes hoes
i met this thotty i smashed her best friend
i was 15 she was 18
got that money starting slangin

- rex vici baby ape lyrics

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