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Babyface Ray – ScarFACE Lyrics

Babyface Ray – ScarFACE (Official Lyrics) Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
Intro
Ayy, Reef, what the fuck, man?
Yeah
Fuck it
Yeah

Verse
Pull up in the city and snatch somethin’ you ain’t made in a year
We ain’t had shit, we hood niggas, it’s Forgis on the Urus
When I was on my grind, I was dolo ‘cause they ain’t even care (I was dolo)
Nigga can’t stop me, won’t stop me, I’m talkin’ to the mirror
Devil on my shoulder stayin’, “Spaz out,” I act like I don’t hear him
Had to slow down on the codeine and no more Mike Amiri
Let me tell you somethin’, I’m dyin’ rich, I feel it in my spirit
It’s respect ‘til it’s disrespect, they have a nigga spill it
You don’t run up checks, huh? You just run your mouth, huh?
They slidin’ like a cha-cha, you don’t leave the house, huh?
Trippin’ for my lost ones, boss, I don’t talk none
Don’t look when I’m talkin’ P ‘cause I can’t give the sauce up
You can’t convince me, you ain’t even caught one
Keep your head on the swivel, I just think I saw somethin’
My buddy with the cartel, they told him I done saw somethin’
They keep sayin’ five and o, I don’t want that often
Got these hoes in the business, you doin’ too much talkin’ (Shh)
Ridin’ in my brand new Benz, listenin’ to Tha Carter
I just cut her one time, “‘Face, why you ain’t call me?” (Why?)
My shorty say she want a ring, I put her in an Audi
Put her in the friend-zone, think I want her friend now
Searchin’ for a outlet, not lookin’ for a handout
It was a stripper charity ‘til the ones ran out
I be standin’ ten toes, never put my head down
Never sell my soul for this, never put my mans down (Nah)
Yes, I buy designer and I put it on my kids, God
Yes, I buy new foreigns and I take ‘em to the rim shop
I just spent like eighty for a plain platinum wrist watch (Eighty)
Heard you put the bag down and you tryna get your life around (I heard)
Wanna see you active, I ain’t tryna watch your highlights (Nah)
Activate the red key, I turn up, it go bye-bye
Chains on my dresser like I’m sleepin’ with a nightlight
They don’t like me, shrug my shoulders on ‘em like I’m Uzi
Know I bossed up, all my cribs got Jacuzzis (All of ‘em)
Took her on a date, then got head at the movies
Sparkles after sparkles, sippin’ Cris’ ‘til we woozy (Sparkles after sparkles)
Water gang, water gang, diamonds in the chain (Water)
Lamborghinis, racin’ Raris, racin’ pipes, spittin’ flames (Phew)
Ever since I put the money first, life’s been amazin’
And I might go get some motivation, I like when they hatin’
Security with me, couple shooters with me, pipes on the stages
Ten years plus, we had the city locked and you can ask Daisy
You can ask T, ask Shyne, you can ask Pay and ‘em
I might leave a dub of Ace of Spades, screamin’, “Free the haters”
In NYC in a penthouse, ride a bull, Django
One comin’, one nigga leavin’, you can ask Diego
One day, ten thousand gone, you ain’t gotta stay long (Phew)
She know that I’m really havin’, it be hard to say no
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Mario, Lil Wayne – Main One Lyrics ft. Tyga

Mario, Lil Wayne – Main One ft. Tyga Lyrics MarioVEVO
Ooh-ooh, ooh, oh, yeah

I know you wanna be the main one
I got a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (gotta hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up (oh, yeah)

Meet me down in Jamaica (yeah)
Might drow how it wave up (wave up)
If you like her we could gang up (gang up)
I swear to God, it’s what we pray for
Ooh, pipe down, you too dangerous
Yeah, you got horns on your halo (halo)
So horny, what an angel
I’m blessed inside my bed (my bed)
Girl, you could be honest with me (with me)
You ain’t gotta be toxic with me (with me)
You don’t need no other options but me
‘Cause you might just be my

Main one
Main one
Yeah, I gotta a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one (I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one)
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance (still high maintenance)
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (I’ma go hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up

Aye, I got two cribs, meet me at the other one (other one)
Black, white maybach and a grey one
When I’m at the bank only time I chase some (chase some)
Thought I play for the lakers way I layup (ooh)
Up five days straight but we ain’t take none
Yeah, I got a few, you wanna take some?
High factory patek this ain’t stainless (big patek)
500k my appraisal
Yeah, chief keef, she got the glow up (she glow)
Yeah, cartier bangel she bouta blow up (blow up)
Put on all of the ice when she show up (show up)
Yeah, diamond chain tangle she go four of ‘em (four of ‘em)

I know you wanna be the main one (‘bout to get more of her)
Yeah, I gotta a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one (fuckin’ with the same one)
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance (ooh yeah)
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (gotta hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up (baby)

She say she wanna be my main one
Sunshine when the rain come
Wanna be my ride or die
She wanna ride in lane one
I told her we could flame one
She told me she could bring some
I asked her where it came from
She say we got the same plug
I said, okay, all right, all right
You looking like the wifey type, you looking like tonight’s the night
You looking at me like the light
Them pussy lips just need a kiss, that pussycat need tiger stripes
Your pussy looking like a fist, the dick look like it like to fight
Say she wanna a family man, a fireman, a famous man
And if she’s high maintenance, tell her I can be her maintenance man
Wanna be my main girl, wanna be in wayne’s world
She on me like james earl, don’t tell her I ain’t hers, tunechi

I know you wanna be the main one
Yeah, I gotta a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one (I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one)
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance (ooh yeah)
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (gotta hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up (baby)

Girl, you could be honest with me (honest with me)
You ain’t gotta be toxic with me (toxic with me)
You don’t need no other options but me (options but me, ooh-ooh)
Girl, you could be honest with me (honest with me)
You ain’t gotta be toxic with me (toxic with me)
You don’t need no other options but me
‘Cause you might just be my main one
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Nas Ft. 50 Cent – Office Hours Lyrics

Nas Ft. 50 Cent – Office Hours (Lyrics Hit-Boy) (New Audio) Lyrics, Letra PaperChaserDotCom
Intro: Nas
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
No reason to stop, ah
That shit just flowin’ like water
Let it float
Bruce Lee said, “Be like water, flow like water”
Just coast
Don’t even think about that
Hip-Hop’s back
Chorus: Nas
Esco, they know over 808’s or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the Ye song plugged in
Jumper cables, trap bumpin’ like prenatal
’70s I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Verse 1: Nas
Godfather, they on payroll, they on go, when I say so
Not to kill, not a halo
They gon’ build, plant tomatoes in the field
Not O.J., white truck negotiator on the phone
Talkin’ paper, office hours all day though
I’m from thе hood that started the YERRR (YERRR)
Go and check and do your rеsearch, I started the surge
That big necklace shit
After the ’80s, after Rakim, I resurrected it
Chest is lit, freezin’, I’m polar vortexin’ it
Got it, quiz me, am I gonna step from the business? (Uh-huh)
A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist (Sheesh)
Without a numbin’ needle
I feed the people ‘cause I love the people
Two series at once, yeah, let’s run the sequel

Bridge: Nas
If I really gotta dumb it down for some of y’all
That’s that Magic and KD at the same time
Not Dumber or Dumber
This ain’t a Dumb or Dumber sequel
Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey’s my mans (Yeah)
But here’s the plan
Verse 2: Nas & 50 Cent
Multitasker
I don’t need an OG pass
See my trajectory is everlastin’ like Curtis Jackson
Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade
I’m surprised that I acted that way
A baby MAC-10, on my yak shit
Carhartt in the cold
Don’t get confused or used or let them bother your soul
Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas
We the reason you spell “NY” with capital letters, listen
And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time machine, come back with a vengeance
You should go study my analytics
I shouted people on verses that ain’t deserve it
When it’s turf shit, I stand on business
Shout to the ones at home, I gave passes
Could’ve been a lot of graves full of caskets
Damn, I’m a good guy
For that I think I’m blessed more
All these Fredos could’ve been added to the death score
There’ll be second line dancin’ on St. Charles Street
New Orleans band was jammin’, playin’ a raw beat
They gon’ miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat
Like his arteries clogged from feastin’ on some hard meat (Haha)
Verse 3: 50 Cent
Innocent victim
Stick ‘em, get ‘em, book ‘em
Good you got ‘em, glad you took ‘em
Black and wasn’t lookin’, headshot
Drill shit up the pole, peel shit, .40 Glock
Kill switch, run, bitch, you still hit
Ratpack ‘em, jump ‘em, gun butt ‘em, rub ‘em
He fight back, slump him
This shit ain’t ‘bout nothin’
You saw it but you ain’t seen shit
This is Queens shit
No ifs, ands or buts in between shit

Bridge: 50 Cent
It’s 50, nigga
You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit (Ha, haha)
Niggas tweakin’ and geekin’ (Huh, huh)
Southside, nigga, QB nigga, yeah
Son, what we gon’ do? Where Jungle at?
What we gon’ do?
We stayin’ in here or we goin’ out?
Shit, we should go out, we rich as a motherfucka

Chorus: Nas
Esco, they know over 808’s or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the Ye song plugged in
Jumper cables, trap bumpin’ like prenatal
’70s I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Outro: Nas
All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I see a bunch of Fredos, all I—
All I see is a bunch of Fredos, ha
Ha, ayo Fif’, I might put my next album out on G-Unit
You let ‘em slap you around out here
You can’t let ‘em slap you around out here, it’s bad for the family
They put a hand on you, you put two on them
Fuckin’ Fredos
One thing I hate is a fuckin’ Fredo
It’s bad for the family
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London Hilll – London Drill Lyrics

London Hilll – London Drill ( Official Lyrics ) Lyrics, Letra London Hill
Hook :
Take him out to London
Never fall they know my bridge a 10 (hello )
London so ill when she do drill
It sound like British men
London so New york
Yankee fitted on with timberlands
When project princess drop
Bitches dying queen elizabeth

Verse 1 :
Bringing the heat like I’m satan
Seeing more green than Jamaicans
Told me wait on my turn just be patient
I just be eating these bitches No graces
They know that I’m repping the Gaza
Ain’t nothing to duppy a pagan
I’m who these bitches be copying
Nevеr be equal
So fuck ya equations
(Yoooo)
Nuh Gyal cyan run in my gaff Evеryting get shell
When mi send fi di dawgs My sister -my fam -my AK
Gun dem pull up Inna car like swat
Hand pon trigga it Ah reach head back
Bad gyal nuh get stuck like prop
Call mi di dolly
Cause ah mi dem ah follow
Down to Mi hair all mi style dem adopt

Hook :
Take him out to London
Never fall they know my bridge a 10 (hello )
London so ill when she do drill
It sound like British men
London so New york
Yankee fitted on with timberlands
When project princess drop
Bitches dying QUEEN ELIZABETH
Verse 2:

Pushing buttons we leave em on reset
Got more bars then a kid playing recess
Everything I be doing a statement
Like them niggas who live in a precinct
I can’t be beefing with bitches who fanned out
Hate I’m becoming a mean threat
Heard the labels is trynna invest now
Been the one all you bitches is rejects
Dying to be me they can’t even be next
Easy to sell me they
Putting my mug on the market
Trynna go Bigger Like Harper bizzard pics
Treating these niggas like valle
Gotta wait for the pussy then park em
Bidding wars on my name
Now they throwing a ticket like auctions
They still couldn’t top me regardless
Bye bye bye

Hook :

Take him out to London
Never fall they know my bridge a 10
London so ill- When she do drill
It sound like British men
London so New york
Yankee -fitted on With timberlands
When project princess drop
Bitches dying QUEEN ELIZABETH
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Nas – Office Hours feat. 50 Cent (Magic 2)

Nas – Office Hours feat. 50 Cent (Magic 2) Lyrics, Letra Nas
Intro: Nas
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
No reason to stop, ah
That shit just flowin’ like water
Let it float
Bruce Lee said, “Be like water, flow like water”
Just coast
Don’t even think about that
Hip-Hop’s back
Chorus: Nas
Esco, they know over 808’s or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the Ye song plugged in
Jumper cables, trap bumpin’ like prenatal
’70s I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Verse 1: Nas
Godfather, they on payroll, they on go, when I say so
Not to kill, not a halo
They gon’ build, plant tomatoes in the field
Not O.J., white truck negotiator on the phone
Talkin’ paper, office hours all day though
I’m from thе hood that started the YERRR (YERRR)
Go and check and do your rеsearch, I started the surge
That big necklace shit
After the ’80s, after Rakim, I resurrected it
Chest is lit, freezin’, I’m polar vortexin’ it
Got it, quiz me, am I gonna step from the business? (Uh-huh)
A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist (Sheesh)
Without a numbin’ needle
I feed the people ‘cause I love the people
Two series at once, yeah, let’s run the sequel

Bridge: Nas
If I really gotta dumb it down for some of y’all
That’s that Magic and KD at the same time
Not Dumber or Dumber
This ain’t a Dumb or Dumber sequel
Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey’s my mans (Yeah)
But here’s the plan
Verse 2: Nas & 50 Cent
Multitasker
I don’t need an OG pass
See my trajectory is everlastin’ like Curtis Jackson
Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade
I’m surprised that I acted that way
A baby MAC-10, on my yak shit
Carhartt in the cold
Don’t get confused or used or let them bother your soul
Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas
We the reason you spell “NY” with capital letters, listen
And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time machine, come back with a vengeance
You should go study my analytics
I shouted people on verses that ain’t deserve it
When it’s turf shit, I stand on business
Shout to the ones at home, I gave passes
Could’ve been a lot of graves full of caskets
Damn, I’m a good guy
For that I think I’m blessed more
All these Fredos could’ve been added to the death score
There’ll be second line dancin’ on St. Charles Street
New Orleans band was jammin’, playin’ a raw beat
They gon’ miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat
Like his arteries clogged from feastin’ on some hard meat (Haha)
Verse 3: 50 Cent
Innocent victim
Stick ‘em, get ‘em, book ‘em
Good you got ‘em, glad you took ‘em
Black and wasn’t lookin’, headshot
Drill shit up the pole, peel shit, .40 Glock
Kill switch, run, bitch, you still hit
Ratpack ‘em, jump ‘em, gun butt ‘em, rub ‘em
He fight back, slump him
This shit ain’t ‘bout nothin’
You saw it but you ain’t seen shit
This is Queens shit
No ifs, ands or buts in between shit

Bridge: 50 Cent
It’s 50, nigga
You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit (Ha, haha)
Niggas tweakin’ and geekin’ (Huh, huh)
Southside, nigga, QB nigga, yeah
Son, what we gon’ do? Where Jungle at?
What we gon’ do?
We stayin’ in here or we goin’ out?
Shit, we should go out, we rich as a motherfucka

Chorus: Nas
Esco, they know over 808’s or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the Ye song plugged in
Jumper cables, trap bumpin’ like prenatal
’70s I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Outro: Nas
All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I see a bunch of Fredos, all I—
All I see is a bunch of Fredos, ha
Ha, ayo Fif’, I might put my next album out on G-Unit
You let ‘em slap you around out here
You can’t let ‘em slap you around out here, it’s bad for the family
They put a hand on you, you put two on them
Fuckin’ Fredos
One thing I hate is a fuckin’ Fredo
It’s bad for the family
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Dante Bowe – Need Somebody Lyrics

Dante Bowe – Need Somebody Lyrics, Letra Dante Bowe
Have you ever given your all to somebody
And still there was nothing in return?
Tried your best to break through all the walls
But you’re the only one that ends up hurt

Have you cried all night till the early morning?
Checked your phone but nobody was calling?
Before it gets better it might get worse
I think that’s how this works

We all, we all, we all
Need somebody
We all, we all, we all
Need someone
We all, we all, we all
Know what it’s like to be broken
We all, we all, we all
Can’t do it alone
I’m just learning how to let go
I won’t grow cold, I won’t grow cold no
Love can be good, love can be pain
So many stories way too hard to explain

I just cried all night till the early morning?
Checked my phone but nobody’s calling?
Before it got better it got worse
I think that’s how this works

We all, we all, we all
Need somebody
We all, we all, we all
Need someone
We all, we all, we all
Know what it’s like to be broken
We all, we all, we all
Can’t do it alone

We all, we all, we all
All gonna need somebody
We all, we all, we all
All gonna need someone
We all, we all, we all
Know what it’s like to be broken
We all, we all, we all
All can’t do it alone, no
Have you ever given your all to somebody
And still there was nothing in return?
Tried your best to break through all the walls
But you’re the only one that ends up hurt
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Real Boston Richey – Send a Blitz Lyrics

Real Boston Richey – Send a Blitz Lyrics Lyrics, Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO
Intro
(Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Huh, Rich
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell)
I got this shit on the floor (Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)

Chorus
Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don’t like lil’ homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I’m tired of goin’ home
Told that ho, “Don’t speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone”
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
Verse
Bitch say she gon’ pay me to suck that dick, she don’t turn me on
Talkin’ to the pussy, that freaky shit like I’m on the microphone
I was out here pavin’ a way when dog was out here swipin’ phones
You can’t come to Ridge Road or South City, that’s where them snipers roam
And that’s on my son, I was out here thuggin’ with whitey-tightiеs on
Love to fuck a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can’t wife a shone
Only thing thеy askin’ Boston, “Will your niggas take a life?”
If that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me why the fuck I’ma stop at lights
Bitch, I’ma fuck you good, but you know I ain’t gon’ do you right
Catch an opp lackin’, that’s on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin’ Bubbs when niggas ain’t have no Bubbs, that’s why we pipe
You either flyin’ P’s or you fuckin’, that’s how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain’t got no type
Fucked up when they let us get them switches, I ain’t finna fight
Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Lil’ bitch know that Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the fuck these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don’t know what it’s ‘bout
Nigga sayin’ he got some smoke, fuck it, nigga, let’s shoot it out
Nigga throwin’ up, “Z’s” in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties ‘bout?
We ain’t bangin’ Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil’ niggas ain’t on gang, these lil’ niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin’ through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin’ just like flowers, I’ll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I’ll bring ‘em out
If that bitch not postin’ for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin’ some oxtails, you know I’m at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
Fucked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it’s a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass ‘em out
Chorus
Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don’t like lil’ homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I’m tired of goin’ home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, “Don’t speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone”
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
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Babyface Ray – Jackboys Lyrics

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 Lyrics

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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Babyface Ray – Leaving London Lyrics

Babyface Ray – Leaving London Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
You wanna see me? Gotta pay a fee
You could’ve paid your lil’ rent, you want war with me
Lookin’ full, Bahama’ breeze but I ain’t tryna eat (Nah)
I come through regulatin’ like I’m Warren G (Mm-hmm)
I be swappin’, switchin’ cards, keep maxin’ ‘em out (For real)
My homie say he leavin’ London, goin’ back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy, you ain’t fast as the Glock
You know I’m blessed to have the fame, I been laughin’ a lot
We takin’ flights back and forth, I’m tryna get to the show (Yeah)
I almost lost my passport but ain’t forgettin’ the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot, but you ain’t gettin’ the lo’
I’m trippin’, geekin’ off my mind, paid a stack for the ‘locs (Stylin’)
Ain’t no pressure or no paper, shooters stack every shot (Come on)
Keep the dirt between the gang, that’s how niggas get mopped (Man)
Raisin’ hell from the East got me feelin’ like mobs
I’m in Paris goin’ off, Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just to serve me the Wock’
Who the fuck you niggas’ jewelers? Somethin’ wrong with your watch
Talkin’ down about the MOB, they hit him all in his top (Yeah)
My neck glisten, hittin’ litty like the fourth of July
You know I’m loyal but I’ma still need more of the guap (I’m loco)
When you chose to live this life, you can’t cry about problems (Never)
Build a label for the mansion then fly out some vibes (Know that)
I’m on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit, I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain’t T.I. (Nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas G.I. (Hitmaker)
I close a deal right by my phone, my lawyer said, “Go”
My kids bein’ disrespectful, keep on callin’ me “G.O.A.T.”
I came out it like Ali, they had me all on the ropes (On the ropes)
I’m thankin’ God, should thank my pops, he taught me all that I know
I’m one of one, from the concrete, they watchin’ me grow
I never think I fell off, I’m in the spots where its low
I had to tell him watch his mouth before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with a heart full of gold
You ain’t never strapped yo’ nuts and put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost it all on the stove

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