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Babyface Ray

Motown Music

 

Motown Music

(专辑: FACE - 2022)


Escomoe, the coolest DJ in the world
Yeah
For real, though, ayy

Ayy, I'm tryna feed the team, but it's crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn't have did it
Ayy, I'm tryna feed the team, but it's crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn't have did it

Putting mileage on the rental
And when I called out and said "I need you", they ain't hear me
Niggas screaming beef, but really vegan, it ain't in 'em
I ain't talked to my nigga G, he still my nigga
I ain't been spending time with Yell', he still my nigga
I ain't seeing eye-to-eye with bro, but I ain't tripping
I ain't never quitting 'til them millions in my vision
When you walk alone, nigga, you don't know the feeling
Weight on my shoulders, I don't know if I can lift it
And they say you acting different
Money got you, here it come
And I come from the city niggas don't last long
If I'm still in the town, I'm waiting 'til the bag gone
Listening to beats counting cash with my headphones
Watch that bad bitch walk away when that bread gone
Watch those fake niggas separate when that fame gone
I ain't talk to Weez in a minute, it's still gang, though
It was me and Sauce plenty nights watching rain, ho
I bet they tell you, "Face, he ran it up, but he ain't change, though"

Watch the doors open, suicide watch
Twisting too good, you can try not
Smoking on a jet, you never been this high
Two things are certain, you born and then you die
In the meantime, I'm counting, staying fly
You know I'm coming back for you, boy, stay alive
Showed a check to my mama, man, she damn near cried
Dropped a bag on her, I can't get you out my mind
It ain't about that, fuck it, man, I miss her spending time
Jump out and I walk in, I ain't gotta stand in line
I don't allow security, I'm surrounded by the vibes
She'll sell her soul, I can see it in her eyes
Ooh, it's rose gold, you ever seen a red sky?
Pay enough cash, you could get a headshot
Nigga tried to snatch my brother, I got up and ran out
That's how I caught a leg shot, I'm just glad I'm here now
Niggas loved when I was broke, why you acting weird now?
All that motherfucking greed, me and Fat Boy fell out
Got a nigga feeling crazy, man, you supposed to be here now
That nigga cause crazy, I just wish he'd hear me out
I just wanna show support, man, I bet you hear me now
Bad hoes used to curve me, I can hear 'em cheering now
Saint Laurent jeans, I don't do Amiris now
Smoking on exotic tryna keep my spirits high
Fucked her and her friend, feel like I'm on Jerry now
Niggas on my line tryna know my whereabouts
I called BOA tryna get a carryout

Ayy, I'm tryna feed the team, but it's crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn't have did it

Niggas ain't who they say they is, what you call 'em?
I'ma do whatever for them kids, that's regardless
Girl, when you gave that pussy up, you left me heartless
Letting ones fly, I ain't letting tears falling
Private shopping in Miami, bought a Chrome Heart joggy
Even back then, we snuck the chrome in the party
Catch a nigga out, paint his tee, Ed Hardy
My four niggas touched down with the bag, Brett Favre
I told my nigga Doo before the deal we was balling
All the shit be extras when we hear the label calling
Niggas be all extra when them fuck niggas log in
Niggas doing what when and where? I ain't saw it
I'll move the whole damn bag, what you chargin'?
High-class hood nigga, trap like the office
Nigga, put my racks in my coffin
And when them niggas ask, just say Face taught you

Ayy, I'm tryna feed the team, but it's crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn't have did it

I'ma get this money, stay humble, nigga
I could move wherever, I'm from the jungle, nigga
They love what you doing, they don't love you, nigga
Any time I meet a plug, I be plugging niggas
Just to show 'em that it's love, pop out thugging with 'em
Ain't around for hard times, but they clubbing with you

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