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Ave Babies
by Stashspot Buck
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They call us ave babies
Or baby generals
Some shit you never do
I bring in revenue
Watch them niggas dawg
I keep on telling you
Premeditated murder
I’m steps ahead of you
Crack of dawn it's crack in a glass & they come alive
Don’t ever fw mine
My boys a jump the line
Cop a plea to who you out ya fuckin mind
Won’t blow this shit at who let one these dummies try
I kiss my mom before I leave she know I’m moderate and
I sit for murdering a goofy got no problems with it
I shouldn’t be thinking bout this shit & I ain’t proud of it....but
It’s wicked now they killing babies baby trust me ima make it to my baby on my unborn I’m vouching it
Money train coming I change my route for it
Y’all ain’t that crazy y’all crazy I’m doubting it
I’m from the P to be specific ain’t no doubt in it
They call us ave babies
Or baby generals
Some shit you never do
I bring in revenue
Feel like I know the way
I gotta glow today
They waiting that I fall & all of my branches blow away
Shit ion press the pass
I’m ona brighter path
Think I seen everything i could of Snyder ave
They getting loose now
Laced up they boots now
Every night a body disappear this shit like spooktown
I taught myself ain’t have no unc to break no rules down
I made a promise to my feet that they stay glued down
Cloth not for sell
My dawg lock in hell
Every night a new discovery from shots n shells
Beat the odds they want us fried inside the box or jail
Keep the game concealed it is not to tell
Study the game for real it is not to fail
My brother keeper keep that dirt it ain’t too much to tell
They call us ave babies
Or baby generals
Some shit you never do
I bring in revenue
Watch them niggas dawg
I keep on telling you
Premeditated murder
I’m steps ahead of you
Crack of dawn it's crack in a glass & they come alive
Don’t ever fw mine
My boys a jump the line
Cop a plea to who you out ya fuckin mind
Won’t blow this shit at who let one these dummies try
I kiss my mom before I leave she know I’m moderate and
I sit for murdering a goofy got no problems with it
I shouldn’t be thinking bout this shit & I ain’t proud of it....but
It’s wicked now they killing babies baby trust me ima make it to my baby on my unborn I’m vouching it
Money train coming I change my route for it
Y’all ain’t that crazy y’all crazy I’m doubting it
I’m from the P to be specific ain’t no doubt in it
They call us ave babies
Or baby generals
Some shit you never do
I bring in revenue
Feel like I know the way
I gotta glow today
They waiting that I fall & all of my branches blow away
Shit ion press the pass
I’m ona brighter path
Think I seen everything i could of Snyder ave
They getting loose now
Laced up they boots now
Every night a body disappear this shit like spooktown
I taught myself ain’t have no unc to break no rules down
I made a promise to my feet that they stay glued down
Cloth not for sell
My dawg lock in hell
Every night a new discovery from shots n shells
Beat the odds they want us fried inside the box or jail
Keep the game concealed it is not to tell
Study the game for real it is not to fail
My brother keeper keep that dirt it ain’t too much to tell
