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letra de master p - babyfxce e

[intro]
ygd
it’s with an x, n-gga

[verse]
before you do some sh-t, ask yourself, “is this gon’ make you money”
got tired of grinding for it and paid a lil’ n-gga to make it for me
can’t tell you don’t care about sh-t, you just broke a hundred
seen an opp gave a 50 out the drum, so i just broke a hundred
you pulled nothing off that one sh-t, so you went broke for nothing
you spent your last on some coochie so you went broke for nothing
i spammed the trigger of the arp, and almost broke the b-tton
12 crashed the whip, tryna chase the scat, so i just broke a dozen
n-ggas pull up to the a10 to see how i’m living
they driving ’round the street, thinking it’s sweet, i’m really from thе trenches
selling dog, gеt a llc and say i’m selling frenchies
give him every bullet out the chop,’ since he feeling stingy
i had that same line in my other song, i just said it different
i’m a pit, you a poodle, n-gga, we was breeded different
you cute, but i gotta f-ck you on the floor, because my bed expensive
five n-ggas hopping out the truck with eleven pistols
yeah, we all got two a piece
i know that’s ten, but we keep an extra chop’ under the seat
i got a thousand under my feet shooting a video for a feat’, n-gga
and that n-gga paid me fifteen-hundred
i’ll never bash a broke n-gga, because i ain’t had no money
a n-gga never played me out of sh-t ’cause mom ain’t raise no dummy
he took a sniff of that one sh-t and turned into a flunkie
he ain’t get p-ssy the first night, he turned into a munchie
i’m finna start signing n-ggas, face master p
we get pulled over in the a, make bae stash the weed
they could’ve grabbed anyone in flint, but they asked for me
you want me to do two lines in your song? that’s half a g
n-gga that’s just what it is, i’m done showing love
put twenty thousand out in all blues, i’m done showing dubs
i caught a case, was in that b-tch like, “man, i’m done totting guns”
i got out the next day and grabbed that drac’ and dropped a hundred plus
n-gga, i was bussin’ two fifty clips
shoot him nine times with the 41 on some fifty sh-t
kick the hoes out the studio, ’cause they was on some pick me sh-t
the 223’s and the arps look like some pixie sticks
oh the lil’ b-tch got some ass, then i’m trickin’ then
took the badges off, they tryna figure out what kind of whip we in
b-tch, what you cryin’ for? only the tip was in
i got with my ex just so i can f-ck and then i dipped again
dope house money, you’d think we had the brickies in
broke a b-tch down, i was only like three minutes in
real trappers, when [?]
sn-tch a scat off the driveway, i got sticky hands
you might as well get a bus pass, ’cause you ain’t getting it back
you a ham, your b-tch got f-cked, and you still attached
they gave you keys to keep your mouth closed, and you still a rat
tryna see the hardest n-gga out, where the mirror at?

- babyfxce e

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