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Babyface Ray – Jackboys (Official Lyrics) Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray

Ayy, rip, what the fuck? Man
Yeah, we gotta pay attention, man
Know what I’m sayin’? Gotta watch us around

They say the Jackboys out (Yeah)
Jackboys out, hey
It’s a dirty game, so play it safe, yeah
I’m keepin’ one up top
One up top, hey
Mama, I won’t let ‘em take me away, no

Watch them niggas, got my 3Ds on, I can see ‘em better
I don’t run from shit, we ain’t duckin’ none, it’s whatever
Akhi dosin’ up, probably ‘cause I’m sippin’ frozen better
It’s a crazy world, shorty say she love me, never met her
And they did my nigga Snoop
I can hear him now, they’d do the same shit to you
Every two, three months I change the color on the coupe
I’m so paranoid, sound like they comin’ through the roof
Well, that’s the rain fallin’
I keep showin’ love but they ain’t did a thing for me
Tell me, “Never change,” then why the fuck you change on me? (Change)
Fresh up out the dirty, I ain’t got a stain on me (Nah)
Really should be smilin’, all I got is pain for ‘em, yeah
My partner robbin’, say he waitin’ at the club for one
Say he don’t want to but he tryna get his son’nem some
He sent his money over, was waitin’ but the plug ain’t come
He had a Drac’, he switched the stock out and added a drum
I’m havin’ paper, but it’s crazy, I’m not havin’ enough
It seem like my phone ring, they be askin’ for stuff (No cap)
I always wondered what if Theo would’ve passed with a gun? (I wonder)
I know some killers, seen yo’ eyes and you ain’t savage enough
I’m in the mall shoppin’, thinkin’ niggas plottin’ on me
I’m not a gangster, still’ll pull and that’s why I got it on me (I swear)
I went to see my grandad, then he died in a week (A week)
I’m cryin’ tears behind the shades so the family don’t see
Yeah, flat out, yeah
What makes you think I would let you niggas take it from me? (What makes you think?)
The four-piece spot, flied through, I’m just casin’ the scene
Think I’m a junky, she don’t know why I’m drinkin’ this lean
All these drugs, high, young nigga blessed
Money don’t make it better, I should go buy me a ‘Vette
Drive it off in the sun, watchin’ the sun set
More than I ever had and I still ain’t had fun yet (No)
Still watchin’ my back, keep a Glock in my lap
Payin’ niggas that’s gang, ain’t trippin’ ‘cause I got racks
Truth be told, I probably won’t tell you if it ain’t facts
Far, far from an act and I tell the judge “It’s cap”

They say the Jackboys out (Yeah)
Jackboys out, hey
It’s a dirty game, so play it safe, yeah
I’m keepin’ one up top
One up top, hey
Mama, I won’t let ‘em take me away, no
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Babyface Ray – Skateland (Official Lyrics) Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
(Top$ide) Yeah
Real certified loverboy (Told y’all niggas, when y’all hear that cup)
(Bitch like Wayne lighter)

How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
Talkin’ down, need to boss down, yeah
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
Talkin’ down, you need to boss down, yeah

I’m the same motherfucka
Inside reds, coupe, all-white butter
Put food on the table, I ain’t make it in for supper
Crazy ‘bout my Glock, can’t live without my cutter, yeah (I can’t)
Fall back for a minute
Took an L, but I got it all back, I ain’t trippin’
Bro who? Lil’ boy spent a rack just simpin’
You should be ashamed, chain ain’t max, lil’ pendant
All facts, lil’ nigga, fuck rap, shit different
Mask on, mask off, Granny make the pit different
Nigga caught me with his ho and wanna take a pic with me
She let me fuck and when I light, she wanna split rent with me
They can’t talk much, bossed up, charged to the max
When your phone die, bank broke, charged on the app
Two-door coupe, four hoes crawled in the back
Niggas all cap, I’m for real, check a nigga stats
Check a nigga resume, been solid
Been polished, been good with goblins
Impalas, candy paint, shit mounted
Ten pops, laughin’ hard, gettin’ dollars
Ask who turnt, man, it’s hard to skip us
Askin’ was a problem, beefin’ ‘bout a bitch probably
Heard they flipped the script, you got caught dick ridin’
Brodie still gettin’ money, rental cars, big mileage
Yeah, OG swang through, Aunite fixed a plate
Say she fell in love, bitch, how? Never went on dates
If that pussy good, play God, fixin’ bitches shape
Truth be told, nigga, stay down, promise you’ll be straight
Rollie big freight, hit the scene with a yellow tape
Seven-gram wood in the hood, pull it like a vape
Real country boy, new ‘Lac got us squattin’ eights
Heard you got time to waste, boy, I know them watches fake

Yeah
Top$ide, what the fuck it is, nigga?
Still sippin’ good, you know me, man
Shouldn’t have never changed, man
Keep tellin’ niggas slow down, for what?
Fuck y’all niggas

How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
Talkin’ down, need to boss down, yeah
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
How you talkin’ down on me? Need to boss down
Talkin’ down, you need to boss down, yeah
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