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Babyface Ray

Spill My Cup

 

Spill My Cup

(альбом: MOB - 2022)


You have to put the cup down
(Put the cup down what you mean man you trippin)
You either gone stop or I'm a start hiding it from you
(Don't touch my stuff, I don't touch your stuff don't touch my stuff)
Don't you want to see your kids get married play with your grandkids
(You tripping man it ain't even that deep)
(Man you trippin man I'm a do all that)
All of that stuff is really really important I'm telling you
What you gone do if I pour it out?
(Man don't pour my shit out, What is you talking about, Don't touch my shit)
Let me see it
(Man put my Pint down man)
No
(Put my pint down)
Watch this

Damn you cut me deep feel like I spilled my cup
Let's run up this bag until' I'm rich as fuck
I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck
I been sensing hating from the ones I love

Pull up to the club got me raining dubs
I can't hold a grudge drag me thru the mud
Pouring 4's of blood pouring 4's of wock
Masterpiece my clock cost a half a dollar quarter on my opps
Shit I want em bad did a nigga bad now I'm in my bag
Carryon by Louis just to hold my cash
It be hard to smile remember I was cryin
Niggas on the gram I do it for the fam
Do donuts in the Lamb the po-po come I scram
I had a talk with God like give me one mo chance
I won't let you down bro gone work the pounds
Brand new Nike tech I'm finna serve the town
Watch collection mean ain't gotta swerve around
I was with my kid I want him murdered now
Gotta see my face gotta hear my name
Gotta feel my pain fuck me up that day
Sometimes I be stressed finna clean it all
Give it all today took the harder way
I'm in the mall with bae like put yo purse away
You know it's all on me need help then call on me
I still can't call a soul that take a toll on me
That drank controlling me I'm who I'm supposed to be
No I can't ask for shit I got racks to blow I got racks to get
Time for my kids look at how I live Hermès in the crib
Hermès on my bitch Hermès on my belt I'm trying whip a brick
Say they want the old Ray tell them niggas suck a dick
I'm at the top I'm looking down they know I come from the trench
I just had a talk with Wilson new cuban getting lynched
You know we look like the mob be quiet you'll get pinched
I'm on Woolward side to side fucked up my rims
Dior boots to match the jacket I rock em like they Timbs
You know that I'm him

Damn you cut me deep feel like I spilled my cup
Let's run up this bag until I'm rich as fuck
I work way to hard to treat this shit like luck
I been sensing hating from the ones I love

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