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Artiste : Babyfxce E
Titre : Late Night
Aye, who your favorite rapper? (Yeah)
Who your favorite rapper?
Babyfxce E (Yeah)
Is he for real? Hm? Is he for real? Hm?
Yeah

Uncover your mouth, I can“t hear you
Who your favorite rapper?
Uh, Babyfxce E (Real Striker Boy shit, M Block shit, Walkdown Gang, all that shit, nigga)

Before you say that she the one, remember at one point she was going
Now we got money to buy our cars, at one point they was stolen
Now my niggas will ball for life just off what I showed “em
Gotta have the trigger finger no more, but you just gotta hold it
Left my heart up on the stage nigga, I done lost my fucking voice
If you ain“t got no bag you can“t be mad nigga, that was your fucking choice
Where I come from nigga, it“s hard for a nigga just to make some noise

Slime me out, I“m on yo ass, like damn I thought me and Fxce was boys
All my niggas like to play with buttons, like hell no bro these ain“t no toys
Keep that front door closed cause all that n off shit gon“ make me annoyed
Bro just poured a 4 in a 12oz pop, I think he was tryna be Floyd
They show me love, I give a freak hoe my socks every time I go on tour
I don“t want your love if it“s fake
In the slums with the drac“
In my hood I“m a great
I gave niggas some when I only had a lil on my plate
In the hood with no plate
Smoking a wood, on a chase
Tryna do some shit to Fxce

Don“t think you should, it“s not safe
And I keep on having a problem, treating my huzz like my main
Quit tryna record everything that happened in the club, that shit lame
I“m just wanted without that bitch, but with my gun I“m like eight
With the choppa I“m fifteen
She said "why you being mean?"
Told her when you wake up off that lean, sometimes that“s how it be
I got turnt up music late night shit when you driving down the street
Man my voice been stopping shit, but I“m still tryna pull up beats
I made it out what the fuck I look like still tryna put on cleats?
But still I hop up in the field if a nigga ever give me a reason

When I get to the crib you take my soul, man lil baby a demon
I still be puttin“ on the same ole clothes, I don“t care if they already seen it
Huh I don“t care if they already seen it nigga
I don“t care if they already seen
I don“t give a fuck nigga
This fit cost me 5 thousand I can wear this bitch every day if I want to
I wear this shit for two days
Hard decision I can fuck two bitches or make two plays
But y“all know I“m going to that pape
They make me feel at home when I“m in Cali, they love me in The Bay
I got brrr, Fredo got the K
Turn the music up and cherry tops behind us
I think they tryna chase

Smoking za, bro I forgot the name
Overthinking next bar, because man I got a lot to say
That“s why I had to add another beat up at the end
Won“t catch me lacking parking the Cat because I back it in
Connect two bitches PTP, snap em with my hands
If I“m shooting and bro shooting, you ain“t gon“ stand a chance
No cap bro it“s chalk, literally
She want everything in the store, bae you killing me
I got like twenty different flows I ain“t stealing shit
Left wrist white snow, it look like a brick
They thought my hand was in my pocket, it look like a fist

That“s just crumbled up money that I forgot to fix
Bro set a pick, we fucked them niggas up because they forgot the switch
She wanna do my drills and after that she tryna loc then twist
Bitch, yeah, M Block straight
All that what the fuck going on