BABYFACE WITH THE BEARD Lyrics

Wake up in the morning, everybody shake some

Running through chicken, I just hit ah home run

Pull up onna bitch then fuck her till I'm done

Pour it up, and four it up baby this is ain't rum

I can wear designer shoes, I got my home

Niggas sleeping on you till hotter than a sun

I can never trust a nigga if he think I'm dumb

Babyface with a beard, this ain't what you want

Heading out the roof, weighing out the good chances

Throw some ones in the air strippers break dancing

Rap going crazy, PN's are advancing

Dior shoes B Twenty Two's enhancing

Smoke good Zoo LaLa, Lungs are collapsing

Face your own blunt, corona got me no passing

Posted on the block with no money, why you standing?

She just want a hood nigga, real deal romancing

She just want a nigga getting money with some motion

This that good drink, go head mix it like some potion

Never signed a deal but i gotta know the portion

Bitch I ain't no sugar daddy, ion mind endorsing

Hands real dirty nigga ion need no lotion

Dripping to scene, almost drowned in ocean

(Swim)

Fucked a bitch good, got her crazy with a emotion

Sipping on some good syrup, got me slow motion

Money stacking up, smoking good lemonade

First time hit a jugg in the 1st grade

First came off of pussy in the 6th grade

Cap Ass, Hot Niggas all disseminate

Sign up, swerve a nigga like some MedicAid

Step up in the hood, they like "where my Gatorade?"

In the clutch I'm too tough like dwayne wade

Get some money, all I do laugh through the shade

Rocking chrome heart, baby got a broken heart

I ain't tryna argue, told yo ass from the start

If want a nigga loyal gotta play yo part

Pick and choose what I want & add it to the cart

We don't do business, when the folks at the mart

Feed yo own knowledge, lil nigga get smart

Coolan out Springfield, like my name is Bart

(Simpson)

Every star in the making, had a jumpstart

Don't hit my line trapping with the lows

Ion got no time no fake bro's

Ion got no time for no needy hoes

I ain't spending money on no fake clothes

Life full con's balling with the pro's

Watch for them niggas they'll wipe ya nose

Only spit game off of what you know

I ain't got bauguettes, but my blood still froze nigga

Wake up in the morning, everybody shake some

Running through chicken, I just hit ah home run

Pull up onna bitch then fuck her till I'm done

Pour it up, and four it up baby this is ain't rum

I can wear designer shoes, I got my home

Niggas sleeping on you till hotter than a sun

I can never trust a nigga if he think I'm dumb

Babyface with a beard, this ain't what you want