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Babyface Ray

6 Mile Show

 

6 Mile Show

(album: FACE - 2022)


(Southside on the track, yeah)
Big business

One blue hundred, she'll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassing me
It's a mess on my neck, keep staring at me
"Face, what it hit for?" They keep asking me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbing me
Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me
Getting money right now, ain't no time to beef
Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep (Yeah)

Ho, you a fool
Thinking I'd kick my cup for a bitch, put her over my juice
Glock 19, I ain't playing with niggas
I'll up that bitch, put bro on the news
Shit changed me, all this goddamn ice
I gotta fuck first night, can't go for the fool
Basically, I ain't with the waiting patiently
Only here for a day, let's go to the room

One blue hundred, she'll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassing me
It's a mess on my neck, keep staring at me
"Face, what it hit for?" They keep asking me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbing me
Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me
Getting money right now, ain't no time to beef
Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep

Yeah, you ain't getting money, you dead to me
Got a bad lil' bitch, pop Xans with me
Glock 19, quit playing with me
Throw the head for free, I ain't paying a freak
Bustdown Patek
Rich-ass Crip, I'll change your life, got bands for weeks
Fuck is you sayin'? Bitch don't jam
Big chop so big like a van, a Jeep

One blue hundred, she'll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassing me
It's a mess on my neck, keep staring at me
"Face, what it hit for?" They keep asking me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbing me
Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me
Getting money right now, ain't no time to beef
Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep

Ain't no loving a slut
Shorty in love with the dick
Double up, I'm in love with my cup
I'm in love with them bands
Lil' bitch, stick to the script
Cop ice, spend a hundred or plus
I'm in love with that fin
Deep dish, stuffing the bands
New 'Vette, yeah, the trunk in the front

One blue hundred, she'll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassing me
It's a mess on my neck, keep staring at me
"Face, what it hit for?" They keep asking me
Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbing me
Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me
Getting money right now, ain't no time to beef (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Yeah, I can't waste no mud (Never), or waste no time
Freaky bitch, you ain't no dime
Head ain't good, that's a waste of mine
Spent three thousand on my soda
We sip pints, this ain't no line
I like all my jewelry bright
Dior shades, I can't go blind
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller
VVSs, this bitch stupid
Them SIs, should kill your jeweler
Ice her wrist out if she bad
Seen his water, now she choosing
Spent ten thousand up in Louis
Gave five thousand to my shooter

Ayy, I gotta beg her to leave me
Believe me, I'm having a check if she need it (Believe me)
Closet, it change with the season (Yeah)
Got something riding with the reaper, yeah (Yeah)
Trust me, it get deeper
Money, it's turning her on, she leaking (Yeah)
My new piece like broke glass
Nigga play fraud, get no pass (Bitch)
FN, shoot it with both hands
Toss it in the S, it go fast
How you in your bag with no bag? (Huh?)
We don't do it for fame, want more cash
Shooters behind the tint
Catch him at the light, fuck around, make bro crash (No cap)
Shorty was on my dick
So I fucked her in the suite, then left, now the ho mad (Go)
Bankroll, sip a lot of drank
I ain't tripping 'bout nothing, nigga (Bankroll, sip a lot of drank)
These niggas playing snake games, so I gotta keep the cutter with me (These niggas playing with snakes)
Paranoid
Brick of 'caine, brick of boy (Yeah)
Scoop a package up in Illinois (Yeah)
Some shit, you just can't avoid (Uh)
41, paid forty for it

Yeah, I can't waste no mud (Never), or waste no time
Freaky bitch, you ain't no dime
Head ain't good, that's a waste of mine
Spent three thousand on my soda
We sip pints, this ain't no line
I like all my jewelry bright
Dior shades, I can't go blind
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller
VVSs, this bitch stupid
Them SIs, should kill your jeweler
Ice her wrist out if she bad
Seen his water, now she choosing
Spent ten thousand up in Louis
Gave five thousand to my shooter

done

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