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letra de broad day - babyfxce e

[intro]
(j, this sh-t too crazy)

[verse]
in my polo tee, i made a g, b-tch, i don’t cap a lot
almost popped a fiend sellin’ weed, so i don’t trap a lot
my b-tch mad as h-ll i f-cked her good, now we don’t talk a lot
by the time the boys go and get a warrant, it’s at another spot
yeah, this at another house, glocky in a leather pouch
your b-tch f-ck on me instead of you ’cause you ain’t sl-t her out
put an ak up to his lips and call it word of mouth
if my brother miss a shot, i ain’t gon’ trip, ’cause i’ma box you out
n-gga, i’ma box you down, hittin’ l!cks up out of town
26 with extended clip filled with mr. browns
thick b-tch with some lil’-ass tits, all my b-tches brown
i’m done wonderin’ if it’s smoke, n-gga, i’m just gon’ gun you down
n-gga, k!ll his ass broad day
put the bl!cks down, we got good hands like it’s allstate
puttin’ rubber bands around the bands, make sure they all safе
(i love you, fxce), b-tch, that’s what they all say
you talkin’ good, b-tch, show mе somethin’
she ain’t never seen no pape’, i let her hold my money
man, you n-ggas broke as h-ll, i can fold y’all money
i’m ot with striker plague, i told him sell that for me
and he sold that sh-t
felony on my record, i can’t even get the poles legit
three of the same glocks, i can’t even say whose pole this is
n-ggas sellin’ bullsh-t out the pack on some bogus sh-t
one-forty in the scat, man, it’s hard for me to control this b-tch
n-gga, i can’t even drive straight
turn the traction off, it got me trippin’ out the driveway
if you ain’t got my money, this gon’ only end up five ways
pull up where your mom stay like big worm off of friday
b-tch, i’m in the d with it
if them n-ggas pop me up, i’m takin’ three with me
throw the switchy on the glock, this b-tch a streetsweeper
i be really in the water, i’m a deep-ender
you n-ggas don’t want beef with me
my b-tch don’t use no t–th with it
that weed don’t never get you high because you chief with it
big-ass fifty on the glock, this b-tch gon’ keep spittin’
“i ain’t even know you used to scam” ’cause i’m low-key with it, n-gga
[outro]
it’s with an x, n-gga
fxce

- babyfxce e

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