Demure lyrics

by

Babyfxce E



[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(Enrgy made this one)
b*tch, b*tch, huh

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
I got a gun that stay in my backseat all day
You need a n*gga X'ed out, bro, just call Fxce
Makin' plays while I'm outta town, let me call bae
Out of all the strikers that I sold, I done dogged eight
Huh, I spoil all my hoes, they don't never gotta pay for sh*t
All designer clothes, spent two thousand on a lazy 'fit
I'm in the club throwin' money like I hate that sh*t
I wouldn't be able to talk the way I talk if I faked this sh*t

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
n*gga tried to fire up some weed, but it was all shake (Ooh)
I just hit a bully with a bully and made dog shake
I'm ridin' with a baby micro, somebody call Drake (Mm)
b*tch think I'm Jake from State Farm 'cause I'm in all states (Damn)
n*gga got on four chains, I found out they was all fake
b*tch keep sayin' she know E, I had to call Fxce (Yeah)
b*tch keep shakin' ass, I love how she do that sh*t
b*tch said I f*cked her best friend, I never knew that sh*t (Huh)

[Verse 3: Babyfxce E & YN Jay]
Hit her off the Don di*k, she told me she ain't used to this
Know the head was crazy 'cause she had me doin' stupid sh*t
Bro drunk, dancin' with the Drac', he kinda lose with it
Got the song mixed and f*cked around and didn't use the mix (Damn)
[Verse 4: YN Jay]
n*gga built an empire from lyin' on some Lucious sh*t
Makin' plays in Boston, I just took a Massachusetts trip
Lean got my belly pokin' out on my Gucci sh*t
I ain't talkin' 'bout you, don't get mad because the shoe can fit
Throw a pool party, a bunch of topless hoes, on my Boosie sh*t

[Verse 5: Babyfxce E & YN Jay]
Mmm, I'm on my coochie sh*t, huh
I be sl*ttin' b*tches out, make the coochie spit, huh
She wouldn't let me pull out, the b*tch got coochie grip
I'm tryna f*ck (f*ck), I'm tryna f*ck right now (b*tch)
A bad b*tch walk past me, I'ma bite down
Got a big Cuban on, it look like a lighthouse (Hah)

[Verse 6: YN Jay]
b*tch think I'm Liu Kang, I hit her in a fight style
I had to whisper and record while I was f*ckin' 'cause the mic loud
If I put the scope to yout head, is it on sight now? (Hah, sh*t)
How the f*ck the b*tch get left? she had the right child
All these different hoes, different nights, damn, my life wild

[Verse 7: Babyfxce E & YN Jay]
Jay, our life crazy
She said, "My stomach hurt," b*tch, it ain't no baby
I wasn't even comin' out today, but the hoes made me
That ain't your b*tch for real, she like "Oh, hey, E" (Ah)
[Verse 8: YN Jay]
I got an old b*tch, we only f*ck when the candles lit
Beat the pus*y up, but I ain't payin' for the damages
I'm 2024 president, b*tch, ain't no candidates
They asked me what's the first thing I'ma do? Bring back Activis

[Verse 9: Babyfxce E & YN Jay]
I'm off that drank, I forgot I even had to p*ss
Pole tucked, you wouldn't even think I even had the stick
Scary Movie when I'm in the pus*y, I be stabbin' sh*t
Watch I turn your b*tch into a sl*t, It's a magic trick
Aw, sh*t, I put that wand on her
Pull the pus*y, man, this b*tch just put a pond on me (sh*t)

[Verse 10: YN Jay]
Somebody tell Sexyy Red I'm tryna pound town her (Mm)
I hit her in a small room, that's why it sound louder
EBT, I'm at the grocery store the way I bag a b*tch
Ten assists, I'm playin' basketball the way I— yeah
Ten assists, I'm playin' basketball the way I pass a b*tch
b*tch passed out, I ain't do sh*t but walk past the b*tch

[Outro: YN Jay]
sh*t
f*ck
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