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Artiste : Babyfxce E
Titre : Charge It To The Game
(Rich100, show ´em how you do it)
It´s with an X, nigga
Fxce
Yeah, come on

Alright

Man, this beat got me feeling a certain way
You ain´t gon´ get everything you put in, man, just charge it to the game
Shoot my lawyer a couple thousand, get them charges out the way
Catch him gettin´ his hair cut and make the barber catch the fade
If I ain´t makin´ money or doin´ shit with music, then I´m out the way
If young dog can´t make a single play, then get him out the game
She told me that she love me, I fuck with her, but feelings not the same
Fuck puttin´ the strap on layaway, I´m gettin´ it out today
Don´t feel my pain through this music, you gon´ feel it out this K

When I say I´m gettin´ my money out the bank, I´m gettin´ it out the safe
I can´t be the only one rich, I´ma be feelin´ out of place
Banana clip on the micro Drac´ peelin´ off his face
They hear my music one time and know I´m finna be somebody
You wanna know how to rap, give me five thousand, I´ll teach you probably
She couldn´t keep her legs closed, now she got Dashiki problems
He better duck his taco before I knock the meat up out it
I been lettin´ niggas slide, I´m done givin´ chances
Been lettin´ niggas copy off of me, I´m done givin´ answers

Niggas don´t want no smoke with us, they done gettin´ cancer
Couldn´t believe that I fucked this one bitch, so I got that shit on camera
Slidin´ in a stolen Scat Pack, I´m trying not to crash it
On the highway lookin´ for an exit, I´m trying not to pass it
Fuck I need your heart for when I got one on my jacket?
A hundred thousand ain´t shit, that´s just two months of rapping
Catch a pussy nigga lacking, go to the viewing like nothing happened
Have ´em pull up on you with all chops like, "E said, ´What´s crackin´?´"
Still hustling like I ain´t already made it, I got that from my daddy

Five pounds of Detroit Runtz, I got that shit in baggies
Not some Good Sense, bitch, we talkin´ ´bout the ´bow bag
Man, this thot bitch fuckin´ off the name, she don´t even want cash
You drop two songs in a week and they both ass
I make ten thousand a month off freestyling, nigga, you wrote that

It´s with a X, nigga
Fxce
Yeah, come on