didn't panic - babyface ray lyrics
[chorus: babyface ray]
rich habits, rich dancing
b-tch badder, been planted
police kicked my door and i didn’t panic
twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
hide your lil’ ho before i kidnap her
word through the grapevine, n-gg-s just rappers
man, this sh-t ain’t new to me, boy, i been havin’
[verse 1: babyface ray]
fake -ss n-gg-s, stay a long way from me
if i wanna go in traffic, take a whole day from me
godd-mn, god, you took my favorite boy from me
we done f-cked up, been tryna make it home off the streets
i’ma f-ckin’ pay your bills, b-tch, hold that for me
i done shot n-gg-s off, they went and sold that for me
i had my back against the wall, i ain’t fold, i’m a g
if you fold, that ain’t cheese, n-gg-s froze when it’s beef
n-gg-s gettin’ p-ssy then exposing the freak
exposed to the real, she ain’t answered in weeks
touch down in your town with a bag full of sweets
i’m just lookin’ for the fiends, now they lookin’ for me
call my n-gg- emerald, he gon’ cook it for me
call my n-gg-, shh, he gon’ cook it for free
jump out of your hood with a bucket on me
sh-t bustin’ off the noodles, couldn’t fit it in my jeans, n-gg-
[chorus: babyface ray]
rich habits, rich dancing
b-tch badder, been planted
police kicked my door and i didn’t panic
twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
hide your lil’ ho before i kidnap her
word through the grapevine, n-gg-s just rappers
man, this sh-t ain’t new to me, boy, i been havin’
[verse 2: wanski]
sh-t ain’t new to me, your unc say he used to be
god say he f-ck with me, i send blues with him
these n-gg-s rappin’ out here cappin’, they ain’t foolin’ me
got thirty thousand on me, no jewelry
line slappin’, pure cut slappin’
all type of sh-t in the kitchen cabinet
bro clean a pan like he flippin’ patties
i be down the way tryna feed the family
real n-gg-s over here, y’all counterfeit
n-gg- play over here, then we droppin’ sh-t
we don’t do leg shots, b-tch, we top and sh-t
if he do a shot this way, he do not exist
get that, flip that (quick)
i collect pros while i sit back (on my -ss)
we’ll come slide through your kickback (dumb -ss n-gg-)
hundred on the, spend that (quick)
[chorus: babyface ray]
rich habits, rich dancing
b-tch badder, been planted
police kicked my door and i didn’t panic
twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
hide your lil’ ho before i kidnap her
word through the grapevine, n-gg-s just rappers
man, this sh-t ain’t new to me, boy, i been havin’
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