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marching band - babychiefdoit lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, n*gga, you in this b*tch with, uh
n*gga, i’m in this b*tch with cuz, slatt
i’m in this b*tch with drugs, slatt
i’m in this b*tch with drums, uh
i’m in this, uh

[chorus]
walk down that block like a marching band, i’m in this b*tch with drums (brraow)
all of my friends are dead, i won’t want no homies ’cause i’m in this b*tch cuz
bringin’ up waves to a n*gga, don’t get drenched in this b*tch, we makin’ it flood
don’t get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (slatt, brraow)

[verse 1]
i’m tryin’ my best to push the peace, but we got a thirst for blood (grraow, grraow)
don’t gotta try for these b*tches no more, they borin’, they f*ckin’ ’cause i got a buck (ah, ah, baow, baow, baow)
she got a love for thugs (baow, baow, baow), the b*tch gon’ f*ck me just ’cause she see my gun (a gun)
i wore a condom to f*ck his mama because i’m that n*gga, he still my son (you n*ggas my son)
addictive, i’m really what a b*tch need, as soon as shе leave, she comе right back (brraow)
d*mn near twenty, but i look ’bout ten in the face, #blackdon’tcrack (don’t crack)
the opps ain’t gon’ be sh*t, i’m swervin’, they made a song, that sh*t wack (baow, baow, baow)
carryin’ sh*t you do not wanna get bumped with, they don’t wanna hold these bad (b*tch, baow, baow, b*tch, baow, slatt)
i put on cheap sh*t and make it look fresh, a n*gga can’t take this swag (brr, grraow, grraow)
see someone from a distance walkin’, he better take off that motherf*ckin’ mask (baow, baow)
can’t tell if he innocent or if he with the sh*ts (baow, baow), so we robbin’ his ass (give me that)
i’m on the outside lookin’ inside, better smile ‘fore a motherf*cker shoot through the glass (give me that, give me that, b*tch)
[chorus]
walk down that block like a marching band, i’m in this b*tch with drums (brr)
all of my friends are dead (brr), i won’t want no homies ’cause i’m in this b*tch cuz
bringin’ up waves to a n*gga, don’t get drenched in this b*tch, we makin’ it flood (i’m in this b*tch cuz, uh, i’m in this b*tch blood, brr)
don’t get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
walk down that block like a marching band, i’m in this b*tch with drums (uh, uh)
all of my friends are dead, i won’t want no homies ’cause i’m in this b*tch cuz (that’s on b, baow, baow, b*tch, baow)
bringin’ up waves to a n*gga, don’t get drenched in this b*tch, we makin’ it flood (slatt, we makin’ it flood)
don’t get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (on gang)

[verse 2]
i just ain’t made it far enough, i’m sorry, i just can’t stop (they know i can’t)
we really be tryna be nice, but n*ggas ain’t usin’ they hands, so we cuttin’ ’em off
sever the top, the body gon’ fall
babychiefdoit a motherf*ckin’ boss (b*tch, i’m the best)
she know i’m him, she heard the stories, she wanna get lost in the sauce (she wanna get lost)
i’m the sauce man, i been that sh*t way before i dropped (way before)
soon as he turn his head, he feelin’ that baow (baow), b*tch, straight headshot (headshot)
stiffin’ him up, as soon he feel that b*tch (headshot), both of his legs gon’ lock (headshot)
they said don’t be c*cky, but i got money, so how in the f*ck could i not? (grraow, grraow)

[chorus]
walk down that block like a marching band, i’m in this b*tch with drums
all of my friends are dead, i won’t want no homies ’cause i’m in this b*tch cuz
bringin’ up waves to a n*gga, don’t get drenched in this b*tch, we makin’ it flood (i’m in this b*tch with cuz, i’m in this b*tch with bleed ‘nem)
don’t get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (slatt, slatt, 26 12 sh*t, b*tch)
walk down that block like a marching band (brr, brr), i’m in this b*tch with drums
all of my friends are dead (ah, ah), i won’t want no homies ’cause i’m in this b*tch cuz
bringin’ up waves to a n*gga, don’t get drenched in this b*tch, we makin’ it flood (brr, brr, baow, b*tch, baow)
don’t get clapped the f*ck up, boy, we strapped the f*ck up, n*gga, you in this b*tch with some studs (baow, b*tch, baow, slatt, gang, gang)

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