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babe, i know - p.seventy, phantom flare lyrics

[intro: the b.i.g kiwi]
yeah, motherhecker, i’m stingy, watch out
watch out (the heck, why, n*gga)

[verse 1: the b.i.g kiwi]
when the n*ggas come at me they heck around
when the diggers come at me they dig me around
when the trigger hits my finger i’ma blast the motherheckers
rappers from the streets of, of, the west coast rap (rap, rap)
san jose, you beaches and fans better come at me
ho, i’ll bang your hoes into the pole, yeah, you motherheckers come and shoot me
but you ain’t shooting me, but now when they recover they make it go and sleep
ha, ha, blah, blah, talking ’bout the kiwi sheet, h*ll nah, i ain’t trector
vomit your sheet, little girl, little baby, spit it, little girl, little baby
bubbling ’round you so get the heck off my d
i don’t really wan’ see you anymore, i really wan’ be by myself ’cause we’re the seventies
yeah, seventy

[verse 2: p.seventy]
attackers going to attack, ’cause it’s the seventy
make a n*gga foul in soccer forever, heck the asses, ’cause they’re bloodsucking you, girl
i’ll take you to my shop and no need to cry girl, wipe the tears off don’t get too angry girl
french little baby, come get your crystal, i don’t give a heck i really want my money back
beaches come and give ’em rap, me and my o*g phantom
he got my backup, i’m sick of this, i’m so p*ssed off, look at this rappers like trey, ‘jab, bull and others
they keep donging around and banging around, boogie*boogie, you don’ steal my wife
why the h*ll are you gonna talk ’bout kiwi sheet?
who the heck do you really think you are?
no money, no seventy, i said i wanna pop like p seventy, p seventy*pop
[verse 3: phantom flare]
they gon’ beat yo ass up, ’cause you keep falling for ’em
now keep rapping and singing like you need ’em
if any beaches tell you anything bad, come get me, falling in love with you ’cause i like you
way too easy for me, flare, i need a hand, yeah, i don’t really wanna duck in
huh, huh, broke into jail like how the h*ll am i here?
messing with kiwi ’cause he gonna seize you, break a promise and i’ll break mine back
for too much i’ll be the executive producer, now, now, why are you stealing my girlfriend for sure
you and your guys think you can shoot me but you can’t
he shot me and now i’m not dead, i’m not dead, i’m alive for sure like i said
babe, i know, i’m at work
babe, i know, i really need a stand
babe, i know, i really want a doggy, it’s foggy and i wanna roll over the loggy

- p seventy phantom flare lyrics

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