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Babyface Ray – Life Full Of Lies (Official Lyrics) Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I’m good
Yeah, I’m in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood (Yeah)
Why would I listen to you? You niggas’ life full of lies
You see ‘em hatin’ on me, it’s a full-time job

Put the pieces together like a puzzle
Five-seveN on me, granny, she love me, Louis, Bottega luggage (Yeah)
Askin’ me, do I rap? Askin’ me for a picture
Cubans tucked in the hoodie, presidential my level (Yeah)
This ain’t chess or checkers, it’s Pharrell Louis (It’s Pharrell Louis)
He really love you, he’ll mail it to you, keep your eyes open (He’ll mail it to you, shh)
Oh, you got beef but never slide on ‘em (Oh, yeah)
He’s a bitch worm, I feel sorry for him (That’s fucked up)
Damn, I went to Selfridges, maid had a private room (Maid had a private room)
I never saw the shoppers, I’m tryna buy some shoes (I’m tryna buy some shoes)
I’m mixin’ codeine, I’m scared to try the food (I’m scared to try the food)
I found a half a Perc’, that shit just switched my mood (Shit just turned me up)
Don’t play, we zip you up just like them Ricky shoes (Like some Rick Owens)
I’m at weed spot relaxin’, look like Ricky Tan (Like Ricky Tan)
Forever make that shit right ‘cause I’m the bigger man (No cap)
Another hour ‘til the flight, please don’t forget the Xans (Yeah, Face, Face Mob)

What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I’m good
Yeah, I’m in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood (Know that, yeah)
Why would I listen to you? You niggas’ life full of lies (Why would I? Why would I listen to you?)
You see ‘em hatin’ on me, it’s a full-time job

I’m a capital, no, international
I was told, “Never answer what they ask you,” what happened to you?
Niggas rat and they good, guess times have changed
It’s a crazy, cruel world, I’m just tryna stay sane
I just chase it and chase it, I’m never complete
Wanna know how they get there, just copy my sheet
They want attention, but won’t pay attention
Life’s a bitch, ask Scottie Pippen
I cut and leave, she’s a pair of scissors
Came through the back and I’m with some members
They sweatin’ on me, but don’t look familiar (Oh, yeah)
I guess I did change
Small fellow, doin’ big things
Small fellow and a big face
Check out my wrist game (Boy)
I fear God and I sip drank (Mhm)
They know my name when I’m in the bank (Mhm)
They teller see what I see (Yeah)
You gotta risk it, wanna be where I’m at
You know that money don’t come from the sky unless you standin’ by me (Nigga, mob)

What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I’m good
Yeah, I’m in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood
Why would I listen to you? You niggas’ life full of lies
You see ‘em hatin’ on me, it’s a full-time job

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Babyface Ray – Donda Bag (Official Video) Lyrics
Intro
That—That’s, uh, just about a golden rule in the ?
It’s not about money
I just need my space right now

Chorus
My name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (Yeah)
Double-park, they let me through the back, I got my hoes with me (My hoes with me)
Ayo, MCM be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (Fuck ‘em)
I tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ‘cause he keep drinkin’ green (Nah)
I told my ex-bitch “You can’t get back with me, I’m too far for that” (No)
Dumb shit, all I’m countin’, I’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (Mine)
Buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (Spin)
Come too back on black, the windshield’s black, I’ve been in my Donda bag

Verse 1
Ayy, the places that we stayed in, I don’t record, I don’t get no kind of bags
I called her with my shorty, “How you feelin’?” “‘Face, it’s different, love”
How you love me, baby? That shit crazy, we don’t kiss and hug
Pulled up in your city, thought ‘bout you, that’s why I hit you up
I’m gon’ give you game and take this pic, I better not let you up
Just linked up in a mansion, bring the bitches, I’m gon’ get the drugs
Ayy, boy, I’ve been on one, pushin’ P, I used to skip to fuck
I just charged you niggas, just to come and watch me mix it up
Left, right, or candy can, I put M’s on everythin’ (Uh-huh)
Off-White look like Dairy Queen, Rollie’s watchin’, every sleeve
She gon’ hit her knees for me, think she wanna marry me
Who decides worth of us? I put up Amiri jeans
Took a yellow, then took off, shit look like a spirit plane
Why you take my dawg from me? I don’t even feel the same
Man, I got a lot to lose and I got some M’s to gain
Let me just get out your way, niggas playin’ Insta games
Wavy how I’m livin’, that’s my gang and my business name
I still dump out neck, but my mama bought my kids a chain
All this fuckin’ ice on this shit, you think my wrist is sprayin’ (Woo)
Freaky-ass want a purple shower, I be pissin’ rain
Chorus
Ayy, my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (Yeah)
Double-park, they let me through the back, I got my hoes with me (My hoes with me)
Ayo, MCM be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (Fuck ‘em)
I tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ‘cause he keep drinkin’ green (Nah)
I told my ex-bitch “You can’t get back with me, I’m too far for that” (No)
Dumb shit, all I’m countin’, I’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (Mine)
Buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (Spin)
Come too back on black, the windshield’s black, I’ve been in my Donda bag

Verse 2
I ride out the foreign to a foreign, I ain’t even tryna brag
I done bossed my level up, it’s hard to see you eye to eye
Had to bring security, grab these bags when I be tryin’ to shop
I’ve been knockin’ bitches, but it’s better with her diamond watch
Better when it’s off the mud, it’s a ‘vert to top us up (Yeah)
I got shit on both my wrists, for times they tried to lock me up (Mmm-hmm)
Now I ain’t know this codeine burn the seats, and I just got the truck
If he smoke a wart to them people, he is not with us (Not at all)
Why you actin’ like you really active and be outside? (Actin’)
You can suck a baddie, fuck a lame and left me traumatized (Wow)
You ain’t gotta ask me if it’s family, then I’m down to ride (Mmm-hmm)
I just pray that niggas keep it on ‘em, ‘cause I got mine

Chorus
Ayy, my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (Yeah)
Double-park, they let me through the back, I got my hoes with me (My hoes with me)
Ayo, MCM be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (Fuck ‘em)
I tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ‘cause he keep drinkin’ green (Nah)
I told my ex-bitch “You can’t get back with me, I’m too far for that” (No)
Dumb shit, all I’m countin’, I’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (Mine)
Buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (Spin)
Come too back on black, the windshield’s black, I’ve been in my Donda bag
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