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36oz - babyface ray lyrics

i’ma let my nuts hang, take fair chances
federal reserve stackin’ up, rubber banded
run through the low, got the f*ckin’ plug dancin’
put on baby’s song, got the whole club dancin’
real n*gga can’t fake it, they can’t take it
my b*tch extravagant, she ain’t basic
i done got used to it, they stay hatin’
need that money right now, i ain’t waitin’
a n*gga used to rappin’, just make up sh*t
now i wake up lit, get yo cake up b*tch
she don’t look like sh*t without her make up did
broke boy don’t treat you right, you should break up then
get a pint, crack a seal, drop an eight right in
at the sun, quotin’ prices for the crosses i sin
n*ggas mad at me ‘cuz all the bosses my friend
time to back that sh*t up for all the talkin’ i did
if i ain’t chasin’ me a check i’m at the loft with my kids
i just bought a six pack of dom p for my fridge
write a book about my life with all the sh*t that i did
scroll through the ‘gram, double tappin’ all the b*tches i hit
i should open up a church’s, all the chicken i get
in the kitchen i’m abusive, all the whippin’ i did
you ain’t see me then i’m on a field trip like a kid
this sh*t real i can get a n*gga k!lled for a bid
a whole slab on the table, you ain’t seen it befo’
plenty times cuz my homeboy coppin’ them fo’s
hundred bows in the bas*m*nt, get ’em in like a girl
and we impressin’, smokin’ salmon, for the n*ggas who roll
all my n*ggas is gangsters, told ’em stick and parole
[?] fl!ck ‘cuz we gone
boy mad ’bout his b*tch, i’m the n*gga she chose
i’ma f*ckin’ get the head, then i’m sendin’ her home
i was taught at a young age, stick to the code
get it double up, my gucci sh*t with the pros
word is if you get money it shows
promoter mad ‘cuz i be traffickin’ at the shows
what you want i can get it, n*gga i got it
you ain’t got enough for it, then i’ma spot it
draco got a green beam, so i can dot you
all i gotta do is say yep and he gon’ pop you
even back when i was f*cked up i was plottin’
be out in cali pickin’ strands like it’s cotton
n*ggas sick ‘cuz i’m gettin’ 50 for a roxy
let the roof back so you see it good while she top me
n*ggas throwin’ salt in the game, they tryna’ stop me
sell a tenth [?] five hundred if they lock me
plugged on the craft, rip [?]
knew that [?] 42, mm call it moxy
young iggy n*gga drive the foreign like a hotty
if she got a pretty face then i should buy that b*tch a body
her friend came first so i left her in the lobby
five exes tell her meet up at [?]
stand up in the [?] while in traffic i’m at collins
i can’t really vouch for these n*ggas, they ain’t solid
been in it for a minute so a n*gga gained polish
n*ggas [?] they trade on their man for a dollar

- babyface ray lyrics

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