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letra de humbly venting - babyfxce e

[intro]
yeah (who the f-ck is big drice?)
what up, drice?

[verse]
i ain’t smoked a ‘wood and it been all day
yeah, that’s probably why i been cuttin’ into n-ggas
they use that sh-t against you, that’s why i don’t really vent to b-tches
it’s one pocket full, it’s all blue, so it’s a fifty in it
cup full of trishy in it (yop)
laptop bag, but i got a bl!cky in it
unemployment checks, man, i know you n-ggas miss them b-tches
throw him a couple dollars, i’m finna humbly sh-t on n-ggas, yeah
two years ago, y’all had it, now that sh-t is over
stop hittin’ me up about that striker, i already sold it
how the f-ck the song unreleased and y’all already know it?
you ain’t gotta tell me the b-tch a leech, i’m already knowin’
i just wanna f-ck the b-tch (yop)
ridin’ around flint, tryna find a f-ck to give
she like, “i don’t wanna wake them up,” i’m like, “f-ck them kids”
you should already know, so don’t ask what kinda truck i’m in (dumb-ass n-gga)
i don’t got time to reload this b-tch, i’m ridin’ with extended
i don’t wanna fly back tomorrow, told tiny to extend it
i can’t even rap too long ’cause my lil’ b-tch be trippin’
i told the b-tch i had it typed up, i just forgot to send it
real gremlin, ridin’ ’round with pistols, still got cases pending
same skinny denims from yesterday, i’m really from the trenches
switch put a n-gga six feet, he should’ve kept his distance
you’ll know you finna catch a b ’cause you’ll get the feeling
i’m surfing
i don’t got no job, but i been working (yop)
two wock cups got me swerving
backwoods honey bourbon
flyin’ in the scat’ like it’s urgent
b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t flirtin’
hundred thousand, b-tch, i’m worth it
f-ck a n-gga b-tch and leave him hurtin’
i ain’t even tell you she a squirter
man, i did that sh-t on purpose
blue jeans, but these b-tches purple
we’ll jump a n-gga like a hurdle
glocky on me like a girdle
n-gga, i ain’t finna play with n-ggas
left thirty shots up on his block, that’s why the k was empty
n-gga, you’d lose your f-cking top, you see what the label sent me
i already had my own knot, so i ain’t take a penny
n-gga, i was never broke (at all)
pass that b-tch to me, n-gga, i’ll never choke
i remember when i was a kid, i said i’d never smoke
now i’m drivin’ back from cali with like ten, eleven ‘bows (n-gga)
[outro]
it’s with an x, n-gga
fxce
(ayo, drice)
(run that sh-t back)

- babyfxce e

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