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letra de trippin at 2am - fbe keyon, don fbe, fbe starks, fbe jt & babyfxce e

[intro]
(slajidi, turn me up)

b-tch, b-tch
yeah, b-tch, b-tch
b-tch

[verse 1]
whole camp turnt, b-tch, take your pick
n-gga, don’t take no pics
lil’ n-gga still broke as f-ck ’cause he don’t take no risks
b-tch, i’m tryna get this bag off, you worried ’bout a ‘fit
dropped a four in a root beer, it look like gravy mix
unc’ still grittin’, sold his first bag in ’86
yeah, b-tch, you cute, but that don’t change that you a lazy b-tch

[verse 2]
don’t try to come over beefin’, gang, know you fake on tip
if gang ‘nem get your lo’, n-gga, you better dip
this life sh-t really a gamble, put faith in my wrist
ain’t never beefin’ ’bout no b-tch, ‘specially ones that we hit
know i’m good with my n-gga starks, he always got a switch
n-gga wanna flash his wrist, n-gga, we’ll take your kit

[verse 3: fbe starks]
starks, i be on the road so much ’cause i get paid for trips (slajidi, turn me up)
paid for sh-t, ain’t no tellin’ how much i done made from this
tryna lovе up on that b-tch and we done trained a b-tch
n-gga claimеd everything in flint, don’t know what gang he in
it’s three glocks in the car, it’s just me and twin
lil’ bro spam the circle b-tton, all he do is spin
turn the traction off the v so you can make it spin
make a ten, put it in my pants, and go do it again
[verse 4]
this lil’ b-tch an opp, can’t know my spot, i hit her in the van
she said i can’t f-ck ’cause don hit, but that ain’t my mans
told bro if he throw the b-tch to me, then i bet i slam
might not ever hit this lil’ b-tch again, i bring out my cam
might not press her in public, get to the crib, i’ma find her ‘gram
if my b-tch cheat on me and she hide, then i’ma find her grams

[verse 5: babyfxce e]
huh, all dirty money, need to wash my hands
can tell i been drink sippin’, n-gga, just watch my stance (slajidi, turn me up)
you might find a band in my amiris, you can’t wash my pants
she said she got some tea on where he live, i told her clock it in
f-ck it, pull another beat up, i’ma box it in
she think we friends, whole time, i’m tryna knock her head
spent two hundred on some green, i could’ve got some red
got the head from the b-tch, i should’ve got the legs

[verse 6]
way she ride d-ck, i can tell she used to ride on pegs
she gon’ f-ck for a blunt, you know these lil’ hoes get high for s-x
n-ggas gettin’ locked and tellin’ it all, man, these n-ggas feds
if you ain’t gang, it’s suicide, you heard what i said
when i pull up to your crib, i just want the face
b-tch, give me top so i can dip, i ain’t even tryna wait

- fbe keyon don fbe fbe starks fbe jt babyfxce e

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