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Babyface Ray

Ashanti

 

Ashanti


Bitch, you rude, uh (Yeah)
(Sonic, boy, you brazy)
(Leechoppn shit up)
'Less we cool, dog, yeah
He was tryna show a hundred bands, who is you, dog? Yeah

I'm on FaceTime with my mans, camera too small
He was tryna flex a hundred bands, who is you, dog?
In my life, I ran through a hundred bands what you move, dog?
You made a move not thinking with your head, knock it smooth off
When you riding in that double-R, take your shoes off
When you out here playing in them streets, turn the rules off
When you riding dirty, on that turn, turn the cruise off
And shawty sending nudes, she wan' fuck me with my jewels on (Yeah)
I'm a dog, plug toss it, I'ma fetch
I just want a Rollie Rollie, Audemars Piguet
Talking to Yo Gotti, told him get the rose baguette (True)
Marcelo Burlon, but the hoodie say the Mets, I'ma chase a check
Yeah, I did the limit on the way, but I'm racing back
Came a long way from paper plates, thinking paper tags
Feeling odd walking in the bank, came from paper bags (Money)
You would speak on niggas for some pussy with your hating ass
I got options, I got options, cut her off 'cause it was toxic
Booted up, exotic popping, before Dugg, I toured with Roxy
If I compared my lifestyle to the game, then I'd pick hockey (What?)
Sticks everywhere, foul play, then we gon' box him (Bitch)
Drip everywhere, these niggas sick, they tryna copy (Damn)
Yachts in Miami, full of foreigns, call me papi
Leveled up on these ho niggas, now they oppys
Man, I swear I hate these niggas, I'm a Nazi (Fuck 'em)

Yeah
Bitches saying, "Rain on me," like Ashanti
Hmm, yeah, ayy
Thirsty-ass bitch want my love, I gave her molly
Yeah
And I'm drinking straight drop lean, fuck a Jolly
Yeah
I just want the money and the power, Ghost and Tommy

I done seen these niggas change once the fame came (Wow)
They started to notice me, I never changed, I did the same thing (Still getting to it)
Free my nigga Wheezy We the G.O.A.T., we throw the same thing
Free my nigga Spazzo the young bull, he fucked your main thing, ooh
I stopped playing with that Trisy, did the plain thing
That anniversary a chicken and it's plain jane (Fuck)
Nigga stumbled in my office, saw a brick of 'caine (Look)
Take the syrup, then I mix it, I can't feel the pain
I can't feel you niggas, we ain't built the same
Fuck and get the face, I forget her name
I just know she ain't mine and every bitch the same (Every bitch)
First they love you, then they hate you, it come with the game

Yeah
Bitches saying, "Rain on me," like Ashanti
Hmm, yeah, ayy
Thirsty-ass bitch want my love, I gave her molly
Yeah
And I'm drinking straight drop lean, fuck a Jolly
Yeah
I just want the money and the power, Ghost and Tommy

(Sonic, boy, you brazy, Leechoppn shit up)

done

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