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letra de fuck you haters - baby rica

talk: yall already know baby rica up in this bit
shout out to my fam
one nation production
yea we in this bit
squad! squad!

[verse 1:baby rica]
murder.. disorder
choppa spraying it gone bust ya
rica…gone torture
k!lling the scene when walk through the door
you crying …for your mother
peon lil n-gga i swear you a busta
all of my squad got the smokas
f-ck with us then we might choke ya
petty b-tches all in my flow yea
i’ll never try to trust em
aye..one nation in it again
go and tell all of your friends
we dabbin the trenz
k!lling our wrist
we freestylin sh-t
and b’s tryna come up in the rapping game?
bribing all the producers…trynna make his song vine famous
this n-gga talking bout a bar
n-gga you lame
gold up on me …yes it hang
never ever been stained
all about that the gang
c dale that’s my middle name
run up on imma flame
watching my back for the hating traits
yea.. ooo so you know that im coming outside
so why i gotta pull the 9?
shining bright like some slim
mama said she on her grind
that my best friend til i die
look at my ear your eye might fall out
your diamond dingy… u need a timeout
put on my coat then kick him out
st-tch on the mission he gone blast ya mouth
hide all the op?
say a n-gga ain’t gone find out
abort you b-tches from the time that you form
my circle is smaller than a b-tton
fam first then money options
racks on racks just like a closet
ugh!

[verse 1:king z]
get more top then a bottle cap
bullets bout to make him take a nap
i’m the real n-gga thats about life
get down wrong make your body clap
clapping sh-t like a stage crowd
n-ggas knowing that its going down
real n-ggas just move in silence
so i walk around without a sound
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord the lord my soul to keep
catch a n-gga slippin bet that shotty knock him off his feet
like a lightning strike we straight shocking
counting gwop, straight pistol c-cking
just hit a stain got the flows dropping
straight stuffing bags like a christmas stocking
got the plan to be the man
real n-gga mic in my hand
smoking sh-t on that neverland
got me feeling like peter pan
we the trillest rappers in the game
all i want is fame
haters are my motivators
b-tch you recognize the gang
on my knees praying ion see no penitentiary
all my enemies tryna take away my energy
king z i’m a beast
i’m the dog without the leash
for my n-gga n-gga we bumpin sh-t
got more bombs than the middle east( squad)

[verse 2:baby rica]
my heart cold like a frosty
suge knight stomp you will never ever stop me
you better hop have you jumping like you kris kross
b-tch -ss boy always calling cops
f-ck yo life up have yo body with a doc
just a random -ss n-gga that was born by mistake
you will never be me
i scr-p the dinner off ya plate
you starvin -ss -ss boy
you lying -ss boy
you never had the chance to compare -ss boy
to the squad the blogs exposing -ss boy
you a mf toy
your d-mn career is a wh0r-
and this dusty -ss b-tch that’s craving
saying that she want more

[verse 2:king z]
i’m chillin with my squad i got a 45
i got slugs for you b-tches
bout to let them p-ssies slide
already know w-ssup
when it comes to rapping i’m a straight savage
f-ck n-gga love to talk sh-t
til his body laying stiff in a casket
my squad just took a win
while them other n-gga just took a lost
god forgive me for my sins
cause i’m living like a m-th-f-cking boss
dont play around when it comes to rapping
b-tches know w-ssup
tell larvel run up he gone get his short -ss stomped (b-tch)

(shoutouts)

- baby rica

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