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lirik lagu babyfxce e - astronaut

[intro]
(rich100, show ’em how you do)
yeah
it’s with an x, n~gga
b~tch (fxce)
you know what the f~ck goin’ on
yeah, striker gang, striker boys, all that sh~t
b~tch
yeah, uh (yeah)

[verse]
rick owen got me feelin’ like an astronaut (yop)
n~gga, get your own cup, i don’t pass the pop (on god)
pulled thirty out, they wonder if it’s my stash or not
her sh~t stiff as h~ll, i wonder if it’s her ass or not (it’s real?)
i’ma give a chance for the n~ggas that ain’t have a shot (come on)
“what you want a feat?” i just ask, “how many racks you got?”
“what you wanna see?” is what they asked, i don’t have to shop (on god)
i’ma think you laced if you ask if i’m strapped or not (dummy)
dumb b~tch, that better have been a rhetorical question
brought her ass to flint, but i flew her in from texas
stopped ridin’ with the arp because that b~tch was extra
pull up like the mailman, make sure he get the message (message)
b~tch, if you on your p, you might as well get to steppin’
glock made him put his hands up, i think he had a question (f~ck you want?)
talkin’ sh~t into the mic is really my profession
i can’t find where to put this money, that’s really where i’m stressin’ (uh~huh)
bruh, my head gone, i just f~cked a redbone
line a n~gga up just in the front just like some sh~lltoes (frrt)
put some fabuloso on the stove to get the smell gone
tried to get a purse, but she’d rather have some nails on
keep on squeezin’ out the gun ’til the sh~lls gone (fap, fap)
it’s gon’ be worse when you get out, so what you tell for?
this h~llcat not mine, but you can tell, though
pull up on the left side and you might see the window broke (it’s gone)
road rage’ll get you popped, i don’t do window smoke (b~tch)
i just bought another switch like my nintendo broke
n~gga, if we ain’t pulled up yet, then you ain’t send no lo’
got off tour and laid up with a bag, i ain’t miss you hoes (f~ck them hoes)
this ain’t no kel~tec, but i can make a pistol fold (b~tch)
i lost eight thousand, man, i kinda miss that road (huh)
flashin’ money around all the b~tches, but i ain’t trickin’, though
hittin’ missionary, can pull out ’cause i got hip control
i still get in mode, this rap sh~t ain’t change nothin’
hit this one girl, then found out we got the same cousin
stop tryna put your jewelry on me, bro, my chain comin’
and when that drop, y’all gon’ probably put y’all sh~t up
bro just got a pack and he ain’t even do no sit~ups (d~mn)
.44 bulldog, this’ll make you put your pit up
they think i just signed, naw, p~ssy b~tch, i been up
seen him out in traffic, he probably should’ve had his tint up

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