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outta town - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro]
(nino, what up, my n*gga?)
yeah (what up, nino?)

[chorus]
every time i make some sh*t out of town, it’s a hit
we don’t go to sleep, we lay down when we rich (uh*huh)
man, this b*tch so bad and she brown and she thick
it don’t be that serious, why you lyin’ on your kids? (why?)
i do this sh*t for real, y’all be lyin’ ’bout who y’all is
got some more money and everything started makin’ sense

[verse]
hmm (alright)
let this n*gga live, but i robbed him for the rent (uh*huh)
when i’m in miami, i get the manbag or the lamb’
gang’nem puttin’ in, they said, “f*ck it, bro, let’s get ’em both”
don’t try to short me for the drank unless you gettin’ both
did a n*gga dirty, were a bath? that n*gga need some soap
she could tell i’m gettin’ mad, she said, “you need to smoke”
man, it started snowin’, i know my mama nem probably need some coats
i’m gettin’ everybody right when i get off the road
left wrist f*cked up, transportation, it’s a bust*down
it’s a lot of n*ggas i don’t trust now
how you in the field and you ain’t even got a touchdown?
better spinnin’ on you, now she walkin’ with a crutch now
sh*t different, it’s probably hard to get in touch now
walk with them big*ass shoes got me scared to put my cup down
left his whip at the corner with the guts out
no more askin’ where the hoes, it’s a bunch now
rick owens with track pants, but that’s some chill sh*t
this couch cost a couple racks, you better not spill sh*t
bae, just think about it, you want me to cap or you want the real sh*t?
i might take it to the grave, it’s somethin’ i can live with
[chorus]
every time i make some sh*t out of town, it’s a hit
we don’t go to sleep, we lay down when we rich (uh*huh)
man, this b*tch so bad and she brown and she thick
it don’t be that serious, why you lyin’ on your kids? (why?)
i do this sh*t for real, y’all be lyin’ ’bout who y’all is
got some more money and everything started makin’ sense

[verse 2]
alright
the racks in my mindset
i’m with some fine sh*t, bro, that’s my out*of*town sh*t
bad b*tch i can ride with
dropped in the ‘cat, she say she like it when i downshift
my n*ggas in the back, can up the score just like a contest
if you don’t want no smoke with us, then don’t even come in contact
bro get in your sh*t and plug sh*t up just like it’s comcast
i can’t ho you just because you broke, bro, i was down bad
huh, them my goyard see more green than a lawn bag
i’m ot, pourin’ drank with 03
poppin’ out of od, her ass fat, it’s oc
break down, get more pros, don’t wanna sell a whole p
man, y’all n*ggas really hoes, but y’all swear y’all so p
matter fact, if that sh*t stand for “p*ssy”, then you’re right
lil’ b*tch, i get p*ssy free so tell me why would i go buy it?
finna buy a glock 45, i swear to god them b*tches bite
every time i’m out of town, bro, i be talkin’ in the mic
[chorus]
every time i make some sh*t out of town, it’s a hit
we don’t go to sleep, we lay down when we rich (uh*huh)
man, this b*tch so bad and she brown and she thick
it don’t be that serious, why you lyin’ on your kids? (why?)
i do this sh*t for real, y’all be lyin’ ’bout who y’all is
got some more money and everything started makin’ sense (alright?)

- babyfxce e lyrics

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