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letra de on the radar freestyle - babyfxce e

[intro]
yeah
it’s with an x, n-gga
fxce
look

[verse]
i got tired of hangin’ around these n-ggas that never got no motion
i don’t be drinkin’ lean around n-ggas i don’t know ’cause that sh-t open
i can tell you a story about my life, but that don’t mean i wrote it
do some sh-t better than you did, but that don’t mean you showed me
that don’t mean i owe you, my lil’ b-tch the coldest
that n-gga couldn’t shoot for sh-t, that’s why i left him open
i knew his backdoor and sh-t, that’s why i left it open
soon as he take a step in, i’ma hit him with the cobra
’cause his ass a snake, all my n-ggas apes
i know it’s rifle bullets inside this clip, but this a drac’
you thirty with no pape’, man, that must just be your fate
i can talk about this sh-t ’cause i can put it in your face
this sh-t i’m drivin’ right now cost a house
lately, i been puttin’ n-ggas on, come cop an ounce
today, i’ma smack a n-gga if i hear the wrong tone, so watch your mouth, just found his house
send the cleaners to that b-tch, n-gga, they gon’ wash it out, yeah
if you ain’t heard about me back then, then watch me now, yeah
n-ggas wasn’t tryna let me in, so why should i? yeah
pull up fast dudes, ain’t f-ckin’ with my side
p-ssy make me pull a fast dude, keep f-ckin’ with my pride
told my b-tch, “your friend wanna f-ck with me, i can look in her eyes”
i ain’t finna argue, n-gga, if you wanna talk, i’ll send you to god
i’ll put a n-gga in my shoes, but i can’t, ’cause n-ggas don’t wear my size
gone for a month straight, ain’t leavin’ this state with less than five
b-tch, i’m talkin’ fifty, never wore no d-ckies, huh
top three in my city, don’t give a f-ck if you don’t pick me
b-tch, you made me not even wanna f-ck ’cause you a pick-me
i double-taped two thirty clips and now my sh-t hold sixty
sixty-ball, shoot him ’til he fall
n-ggas tried to beat me, but they can’t, ’cause i’m a dog
i just counted up like 20k, i’m gettin’ off
you out of town, i ship ’em off, you want a feat’? ’cause that sh-t costs, b-tch
man, i’m startin’ to think these n-ggas soft
let ’em let if off, i’m swingin’ this b-tch like it’s golf
the sticks is black, the whips is black, n-ggas thinkin’ that we goth
and don’t ask me for a verse, ’cause i told you that sh-t cost, n-gga
[outro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, it’s with an x, n-gga

- babyfxce e

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