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Babyface Ray – My Thoughts 4 (Official Lyrics) Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
Intro
I just need my space right now
(She told me to go make some time)
Yeah

Verse
She told me to make some time, but bae, I ain’t wastin’ mine
My Rollie up to the sky and ain’t set up the date and time (Facts)
I sent you up to go get it, just bring it to break it down
Got my folks collectin’ pints ‘cause they heard ‘Face in town
Her heart broken and it’s my fault, but I ain’t notice
I’m half-soldier and half-boss and niggas know that
Hope they ain’t hatin’ ‘cause they’ll never get they ho back
I’m at Zeidman’s еlectin’ somethin’, this wherе I vote at
Girl, where your passport? I need some love, let’s hit Jamaica
I’m gettin’ what I want, I used to run around with takers
These boys get desperate when they be runnin’ out of paper (No cap)
Know I got vices, I’ll probably never put the drank up
Lame-ass nigga, come and get a picture or somethin’
Grab you somethin’ from the mall, but you ain’t gettin’ my trust
We need SMACK DVD ‘cause they ain’t livin’ like us (Come on)
Somethin’ black to match the bin, put my bitch in the truck
Told me I need therapy, I don’t be givin’ a fuck
I can only judge a nigga how they act when they up
Pull a move, don’t think twice, he would’ve did it to me
Pull up on me same day, this shit won’t take me a week
You ever dropped a glass pint and had to scrape up the drank?
You ever slayed a bad bitch and had to keep it discreet?
No guns drawn, bullets flyin’, how you beefin’ with me?
Might give a Scat to a rat, it’s cats stitched to my seat
Ri— Rich dope fiend, a Perc’ dipped in my lean
Bi— Bitch, watch your mouth when you talkin’ to me
I had to cut into the rug for almost kickin’ my drink
Sir, can you tell me what you pourin’ that keep makin’ it pink?
Look up at the JumboTron, I’m flexin’, I’m gettin’ off
They see me, they cheerin’ for me, but I ain’t pick up a ball
Snowsuit claws, cuz shovelin’ my driveway
Cars back to back like we celebratin’ a holiday
Barely get to see her, but she still gon’ keep that pussy safe
That’s a pick six, niggas tried to run a rookie play
Bro dropped out, but he still won’t put the books away
Old hoes mad, on my Instagram, “Look at ‘Face”
Another day, it’s new Givenchy, I’m just doin’ press
Do you love me or you hate me? Say it with your chest
Life is like a card game, I been done with chess
I can’t show my hand, won’t tell my right about the left
Made a way, but never left, put my homies out this mess
Tied with the top execs (Boy), ride with the chopper, yes
I know I can’t win ‘em all, but I won’t let ‘em see me sweat
I’m just tryna get them out, these niggas wanna be the best
I left a statement to the telly ?2:28
They keep on askin’ for the blueprint, I just be myself
My youngin walkin’ with his shirt up so you see his belt
No double Gs or LVs, this make you scream for—
Carhartt, Marni
Wockhardt, Barney
Rockstar, gnarly
Beam me up, Charlie
Take a nigga bitch ‘cause he lyin’ like safari
I keep buyin’ Chromes that’s identical to Cartis
Can’t change my habits for shit, I’m stuck in my ways
You got the right to remain silent, the fuck did you say?
These FaZe Clan-ass niggas play nothin’ but games
Walked out the crib, decisions, decisions, I jumped out the Range
Like fuck it, who ran the route better, me or Harriet Tubman?
Can you picture me rollin’? Exes picture me clubbin’
He can’t erase the hate, I put my dick in his woman
My glizzy gettin’ engaged, I’m gettin’ it fit for a button
You know how my niggas livin’, I’m turned up, I’m on the Oxy’
I’m ballin’, woah Kemosabe
I’m coastin’ like I’m at Jozzy
She dig me, my pimpin’ popular
It’s neat, but I want it sloppy
Rap for ‘em, but I ain’t Fivi
She foreign, my lil’ mami
Yeah, I can fly you out, bae, I don’t care to see bitches
Psyche, it’s like ten of ‘em comin’ to the D with me
Shorty, these your options, you gon’ cut me in or eat with me
High, nodded off, fucked around and let her sleep with me
Codeine baby, I don’t care if it was three-fifty
At the round table passin’ cups, you can drink with me
I had a one-on-one with God and he gon’ bless me for life
That’s for them times I kept it solid when I could’ve been slime
She let some niggas knock her up, but this was one to keep mine
I got some gangsters pop you up, you say my name three times
You know it’s hot, it’s just like grease, I’ll get a lame deep fried
I used to get ‘em for the nineteen, my name Keyshawn
I rock the cradle, then boom like it’s ’85
I’m smashin’ the pedal of somethin’ new like I’m racin’ the lines
These ?4:05, but it’s Maison in mine
I hope some years get knocked for niggas facin’ some time
? artist, who the next Warhol?
Baller, bitch, rich nigga up, look at cornball
Hangin’ with my nieces and my nephews and ignore y’all
There’s niggas speakin’ down when you ain’t there and don’t support at all
Listen to this, can do bad all myself, my nigga
Niggas gon’ try and I’m gon’ catch a free one, I feel it
How you gang? They got the drop on, go kill him
I’ll dress ‘em up and make ‘em look good, ?4:32
Swag on a hundred, flowing through, I’m like Wayne in ’06
TMZ on my dick
Post a half, look at this
Post a bag, niggas goin’ out sad ‘bout some chips
Met her first day and cut her ass the same, that was Trish
Nigga play, so you know I gotta get ‘em, made the list
Damn, look at me, remember playin’ tag, now I’m it
I come through, got the whole hood wavin’, Money Mitch
Rap general, I still’ll sub in and dunk a brick
Outro
(I just need my space right now)
Face Mob, nigga
MOB, man, the biggest Money Over Bitches
Fuck you other niggas, y’all ain’t really with us
Y’all know how we comin’, nigga
Shit ain’t ‘bout nothin’
Codeine cowboys
Rest in peace to all my fallen soldiers we lost, nigga
Motherfuckin’ stupid solder turned to boss
Diamonds like Voss ?5:15
Real P when I walk, bitch
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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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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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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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Babyface Ray – Big Meech Holiday (Official Lyrics) (feat. King Hendrick$) Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
Yeah
That’s what that shit look like, nigga

Still a legend and I could die today
Feds watchin’, ain’t seen without my drank
She ain’t loyal when the money in her face
My young nigga caught his ass on camera, keep showin’ it like a highlight tape
Heardheaded, we ain’t care what Simon say
They should give Big Meech a holiday

Twenty deep and we all heavyweights
Take a rest, we won’t take it the other day
Bean told me, “Put a button on the Drac'”
Double fiends, so we cuttin’ all the drank
I ain’t takin’ no shortcuts, nigga, I was workin’ overtime to get to this
I was broke and so down, I started prayin’, living proof that God still exists
My life gotta be a nightmare, where I’m from, all the monsters are killed
It ain’t no Casablanca, it’s silk
We want four thousand Oxy’, the M’s
Designer came before breakfast
No TV, I say I’m Bowflexing
Say I nodded off like Bo Jackson
Say I did it all like Bo Jackson

Still a legend and I could die today
Feds watchin’, ain’t seen without my drank
She ain’t loyal when the money in her face
My young nigga caught his ass on camera, keep showin’ it like a highlight tape
Heardheaded, we ain’t care what Simon say
They should give Big Meech a holiday

[King Hendrick$:]
Yeah, ayy, and before I eat, I say my grace
Wonder, where would I be if I ain’t pray?
Now I’m on the East Side with Ray
Yeah, ayy, I just moved my people out the way
It’s a few hundred G’s inside the safe
The lawyers beat our open case
Told you, don’t never give up on me, I’m always gon’ make somethin’ shake
Had myself on the DND, hope God wasn’t calling me by mistake
‘Member we wanted a car, mama ain’t had no car, we walked by faith
But the new fourteen-passenger just bring me Popeyes now to stay
Money don’t make no nigga no realer, I don’t know how it’s gon’ make him fake
Jump on a jumbo jet like AirDrake, they couldn’t leave me if I was late
Fifty pounds of Cereal Milk, had roaches crawl in our Frosted Flakes
This for my nigga, he sittin’ in the prison, I know he intendin’ on hoppin’ the gate
Tryna get M&Ms, we sell more base and pills than Doctor Dre
Fifteen jiggas spent on denim, we sip codeine like it’s ace
I pour lean inside my sparkling water, I like how it tastes
Bro got caught with yay, I call Kim K, release him right away (Yeah, free Meech)
You know? Still a legend and I can die today
Pill peddlin’, not about to brake
What’s felonies? I can dry erase (For real, reform)
Yeah, I just went beast, a line delay
She just went two sizes up on her breasts to see what I’ma say
Softer than Cullinan, Ghosts, and Phantoms, we let women drive the Wraith (Let’s go)
Hustle hard just like Ace said, it’s diamonds poppin’ out the face
We get money all ‘cross the globe, just sent some ‘za tristate
Told you niggas I can hold my weight, I’m living proof crime pays (Weight, for real)

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