Babyface Ray – I Can’t Rap Foreva Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
Intro
Yeah, yeah
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Shit ain’t ‘bout nothin’ for real
Yeah, ayy
Chorus
Hoes still flockin’, streets on lock (Lock)
Phone still ringin’, ice still blingin’
Yeah, it ain’t no pressure, shoot a stack or better (Ain’t no pressure)
Plannin’ my escape, I can’t rap forever
Verse 1
Yeah, what would you do?
Niggas playin’, tryna assassinate my character
Move a couple G’s before night, that’s how you playin’, huh?
All the real niggas catch a head, keep your head low
You know I might be the latest ever, what you rap for?
Niggas copy, they ain’t got nothin’ better to do
Yeah, my niggas wild, young, and reckless with nothin’ better to do
I’m in Marni, got mе itching, I got money in my sight
Just a lil’ baecation, takin’ Wocky on a flight
She don’t know English, call mе papi from the ice
Fiend stuck off that hit, ever seen a dog bite?
Pop another pill, I’ll be in it all night
I’m back off them Xannies, I can’t even talk right
Chorus
Hoes still flockin’, streets on lock
Phone still ringin’, ice still blingin’
Yeah, it ain’t no pressure, shoot a stack or better (Ain’t no pressure)
Plannin’ my escape, I can’t rap forever
Verse 2
Yeah, justice all my life, I got these people wanna pay
Yeah, limited edition ice sprinkled through the face
Yeah, money bring problems, you would think that I’m okay
This for them times when brody used to leave me down the way
I done caught cases, put my life on the line
Fall back from them hoes, put my ice in the pine
Niggas stressed about the streets, they want stripes, so they lyin’
My dog got M’s from the streets from shootin’ dice until like 9
Sometimes it be too real, cut the cameras off
Button on that bitch, bro won’t use the analogue
Woke up out my sleep like, “Where’s the antidote?”
12 got behind me, I ain’t even panic though (Mmm-mmm)
Love me a ratchet, curve the baddest hoes
Yeah, that’s just how a nigga is (For real)
First I go and buy it, then I buy the shit again
Flew to NYC and went shopping for the kids
Chorus
Hoes still flockin’, streets on lock
Phone still ringin’, ice still blingin’
Yeah, it ain’t no pressure, shoot a stack or better (Ain’t no pressure)
Plannin’ my escape, I can’t rap forever
Hoes still flockin’, streets on lock
Phone still ringin’, ice still blingin’
Yeah, it ain’t no pressure, shoot a stack or better (Ain’t no pressure)
Plannin’ my escape, I can’t rap forever
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