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Babyface Ray

36Oz

 

36Oz

(album: Ghetto Wave - 2017)


I'ma let my nuts hang, take fair chances
Federal reserve stacking up, rubber banded
Run through the low, got the fucking plug dancing
Put on Baby's song, got the whole club dancing
Real nigga can't fake it, they can't take it
My bitch extravagant, she ain't basic
I done got used to it, they stay hating
Need that money right now, I ain't waiting
A nigga used to rap and just make up shit
Now I wake up lit, get yo cake up bitch
She don't look like shit without her make up did
Broke boy don't treat you right, you should break up then
Get a pint, crack a seal, drop an eight right in
At the sun, quoting prices for the crosses I send
Niggas mad at me 'cause all the bosses my friend
Time to back that shit up for all the talking I did
If I ain't chasing me a check I'm at the loft with my kids
I just bought a six pack of Dom P for my fridge
Write a book about my life with all the shit that I did
Scroll through the 'gram, double tapping all the bitches I hit
I should open up a Church's, all the chicken I get
In the kitchen I'm abusive, all the whipping I did
You ain't see me then I'm on a field trip like a kid
This shit real I can get a nigga killed for a bid
A whole slab on the table, you ain't seen it befo'
Plenty times cause my homeboy copping them fo's
A hundred bows in the basement, get 'em in like a girl
And we impressing, smoking salmon, for the niggas who roll
All my niggas is gangsters, told 'em stick and parole
Lord forbid that we ever get flick 'cause we gone
Boy mad 'bout his bitch, I'm the nigga she chose
I'ma fucking get the head, then I'm sending her home
I was taught at a young age, stick to the code
Get it double up, buy gucci shit with the pros
Word is if you get money it shows
Promoter mad 'cause I be trafficking at the shows
What you want I can get it, nigga I got it
You ain't got enough for it, then I'ma spot it
Draco got a green beam, so I can dot you
All I gotta do is say yep and he gon' pop you
Even back when I was fucked up I was plotting
Be out in Cali picking strands like it's cotton
Niggas sick 'cause I'm getting 50 for a roxy
Let the roof back so you see it good while she top me
Niggas throwing salt in the game, they tryna' stop me
Sell a tenth of boy five hundred if they lock me
Plugged on the craft, RIP [?]
Knew that dwelling 42, MM call it moxy
Young iggy nigga drive the foreign like a hotty
If she got a pretty face then I should buy that bitch a body
Her friend came first so I left her in the lobby
Five exes tell her meet up at Follies
Stand up in the billy while in traffic I'm at Collins
I can't really vouch for these niggas, they ain't solid
Been in it for a minute so a nigga gained polish
Niggas snakes they trade on their man for a dollar

done

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