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letra de the viper - babychiefdoit

[verse 1]
i don’t need no gun, if sh-t go down, i’m ready to smack me a n-gga
#youthful, i was like fifteen, five feet tall, tryna clap me a n-gga
y’all on his d-ck, that n-gga a b-tch, he only hang with the k!llers
n-ggas can have the ‘net ’cause in real life, motherf-ckers been spanking them n-ggas (you know the f-ck goin’ on)
lord knows i don’t like them n-ggas, we k!llin’ you too if you hang with them n-ggas (what? what? what?)
you f-ck with the opps, then you one of the opps, i don’t care if you playin’ a game with them n-ggas
shout-out to the 5, i got love for the villains, don’t care what he got, he a b-tch with a pistol (b-tch)
you would think i’m a racist, first n-gga get caught and i’m hangin’ that n-gga
first of all, i ain’t never duck sh-t, i’m out of the way ’cause i’m tryna get rich
on b, you n-ggas be makin’ mе sick, why the f-ck is you willin’ to die ’bout a b-tch? (what the f-ck?)
i can havе whoever i want, just hope your lady ain’t on my list
this beat make me wanna smack a ho, where my money at, b-tch?

[chorus]
i don’t feel like big meech (nuh-uh), i don’t feel like larry hoover (not at all)
b-tch, i’m babychief (slatt) and i’ll do ya (baow)
soon as i get back to the crib (baow), i’m finna pop this school bus (uh-uh)
dumb n-gga thought i was lackin’, came through blastin’, i had my tool tucked (baow, baow, baow, baow)

[verse 2]
f-ck your boyfriend, that n-gga a loser, you b-tch-ass n-ggas is tough on computers (b-tch)
i don’t hang with no d-mn civilians, all my n-ggas is dealers and shooters (on the guys)
i’m the king of this sh-t, i’m the ruler (baow)
catch a n-gga tryna eat out at hooters (on the gang)
f-ck a glock, i’ll swing my ruger
f-ck a straight, i’ll would bounce out an uber (free the gang, free the gang, b-tch)
i ain’t no average kid (uh-uh), i’m really on different sh-t (for sure)
first of all, this ain’t no diss, but last time i checked, four n-ggas got hit
if i want that sh-t, i’ma have that sh-t (ah), that watch, i’m sn-tchin’ it off of his wrist (b-tch)
i’m not a rapper, you dumb-ass kid, i got rich off of talkin’ my sh-t (ah)
i been rich off of takin’ them risks (ah), this pink 10 makin’ me itch (b-tch)
godd-mn, if i had one wish, all of they asses would be dead in a ditch (n-ggas be gone)
why the f-ck is you friends with a snitch? (what the f-ck?) stand over him, watchin’ him twitch (ah)
all sharks and piranhas, why the f-ck would you jump in this water? you know you a fish (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[chorus]
i don’t feel like big meech (nuh-uh), i don’t feel like larry hoover (not at all)
b-tch, i’m babychief (slatt) and i’ll do ya (gang, gang)
soon as i get back to the crib, i’m finna pop this school bus
dumb n-gga thought i was lackin’, came through blastin’, i had my tool tucked (brraow)

[outro]
baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on
all that 26 12 sh-t, b-tch
free the field, we the field, n-gga
uh, uh, uh, uh
ayy, die l’s, f-ck the opps, n-gga
f-ck the opps, f-ck the opps, haha
ayy, i could do this sh-t all day, baow, uh

- babychiefdoit

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