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letra de pancakes & drugs - babychiefdoit

[intro]
frr, frr, frr
slatt, mm, mm, slatt (are you even listening?)
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
it’s babychiefdoit, man, n-gga
yeah, i rob, yeah, i steal
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
it’s babychiefdoit, man
the one and only
b-tch

[verse]
i’m only f-ckin’ with dogs, apes and snakes, all my n-ggas is animals (apes)
she wanna f-ck on the clique ’cause her boyfriend a b-tch and she ain’t never been with a handler
i don’t smoke ’cause i like to chase sh-t down ’til i run out of sh-lls and stamina
f-ck ’round, clap me a n-gga on sunday, then by monday, catch me in canada (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
catch n-ggas comin’ up out them apartments, send sh-t flyin’ right over the banister (b-tch)
broke n-ggas just make mе mad ’cause they can’t come around mе, f-ck it, we banished ’em (bye)
when sh-t sticky, we moppin’ sh-t up, call us, we the motherf-ckin’ janitors
they ask what i wanna be when i grow up, i keep tellin’ ’em, “tony montana”
i say the same sh-t in every song and the sh-t won’t change ’cause it’s all i know
one n-gga slimed me for that pape’ and i ain’t get mad ’cause he wasn’t that broke
ain’t gon’ sneaky beef with no n-gga, if it’s animosity, let it be known
i don’t give a f-ck what you heard or what buddy did ’cause to me that, lil’ boy is a ho
dead n-ggas and dead b-tches, all that’s left in the ‘wood
f-ck bein’ humble, let a n-gga disrespect me, i’ma send his ass back to the hood
broke-ass n-ggas could never afford to be my opps, they wishin’ they could
b-tch-ass n-ggas do not have the b-lls to spend this block, i’m wishin’ they would (baow)
we comin’ through, makin’ sh-t hit the ground
.45 break his ass down like a nug (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
don’t really care that your ass got a boyfriend, baby, that lil’ n-gga a scrub (broke-ass n-gga)
i’m as simple as can be, i like pancakes, i like drugs
but i do not like you n-ggas, f-ck them handshakes and them hugs (slatt)
the b-tch ain’t mine, i hit one time and then i’m kickin’ her out (you gotta leave)
dude better ask ’bout us, we made n-ggas duck and dive outside they house (baow, grrah)
i’m tryna cake up, she keep singin’ my songs, it’s p-ssin’ me off
she tryna chase it, she won’t make it, this b-tch want my money and clout (cha-ching)
’24, i’m gettin’ that brr (brr), ’23, i was gettin’ that baow
lil’ chief get high, see dead n-ggas, you can find me somewhere in the clouds
hoes keep gettin’ lost in the sauce, don’t jump this in sh-t if you don’t wanna drown
the opps out deep, we finna come sweepin’ sh-t up, we clearin’ the crowd (brr, brr, brr)
[outro]
brr
yeah, we clearin’ the crowd
the opps out deep, we finna come sweepin’ sh-t up, we clearin’ the crowd
b-tch, we clearin’ the crowd
i’m the clean up man, you come down that block, you gettin’ that baow
brr, brr, slatt
2612, brr

- babychiefdoit

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