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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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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