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letra de m boys - babyfxce e

[intro: maar]
chopz
e, what’s good, gang?
what we on?
huh, f-ck it
huh

[verse 1: maar]
b-tch, your gun, i want a pic today
yeah, the police took my 9 and i really like my 40, i’ma stick to drac’ (huh)
cut n-ggas off, they wanted money, but ain’t get the pape’
how you hatin’ on your mans gettin’ money and he just demonstrate it?
yeah, i feel like ali on sport’s ill-strated
knockin’ n-ggas down with one punch like come and get your mans up, huh
talkin’ like he got his gun, but his hands up
n-gga think this sh-t funny, alright, n-gga, stand up
huh, n-ggas that be with you be the first to get you
that’s when i first got my pistol, had to stick my mans up
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no n-ggas that be caught up in the system
when i first got my freak ho, it get my bail money
huh, b-tch, get your ass up, i think i smell somethin’
’bout to put some ice on my wrist like i fell on ’em
huh, watch who you be with ’cause these n-ggas snitch
if i hear the time that they was doin’, they’ll probably tell on you
hmm
b-tch-ass n-gga
ganja gang, walk down, striker boys
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
chopz, talk to ’em
[verse 2: chopz]
my sh-t real quick
i’m drinkin’ on the don like it’s my b-day
all i care about is pape’, green just like cj
tellin’ on them clippers give your ass a f-ckin’ tip fast
thought you wear panties ’cause his ass got some f-ckin’ b-tch ways
i remember comin’ last, now i got my ways
strap poppin’ up quick draw, ain’t comin’ off the waist
if she ain’t givin’ up the p-ssy, comin’ off the face
if i ain’t gettin’ to no munion, it ain’t a-okay
huh, i ain’t a-okay
girl, you caught me in the sleep moment, it was a drank day
my b-tch buy me sh-t too, i’m like, “thanks, bae”
slide on a n-gga after 12, it’s a late scape

[verse 3: babyfxce e]
wake up, wipe the crust off like this a pape’ day
i told y’all this not a friday, but i got day day
d-mn, today is a friday, so it’s after nates
i understand it’s that type of month, but you still got some neck
like, b-tch, don’t forget
yeah, come on
huh, i make money in my sleep, do you think i’m trippin’ ’bout that sh-t?
huh, you right, ’cause i still am
b-tch sucked the blood out my d-ck, she a real vamp’
box with the drum on the clip, this b-tch’ll k!ll a camp
[verse 4: maar]
huh, n-ggas know we got the guns, but they still step
we’d do his ass like chris brown, he ain’t gon’ see the next scene
sh-t bad, lil’ b-tch tryna f-ck
i’m like buns off of belly, i ain’t gon’ f-ck, but i can get the neck, please

[verse 5: chopz]
wanna see my verse on your song? check, please
them fake-ass chains finna have your f-ckin’ neck green
like my cup is
me and gang get to pressin’ sh-t, we don’t care who it is

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
you can still get the belt, don’t care what you did
don’t care if you got ten hats, can end by a switch
’bout some pape’, i’d crash, won’t be about a b-tch
don’t gotta spread my dog sh-t, you can see it ’bout my ‘fit

[outro: babyfxce e]
n-gga, add that sh-t up, n-gga
go to all my pictures and add them b-tches up and see what my ‘fit come up to, n-gga
m block, strike
all that sh-t

- babyfxce e

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