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gallery dept - babyface ray lyrics

[verse 1: babyface ray]
somebody text trent, “hit the gallery”
help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
man, i had to cut her off, i got b*tches mad at me
and i gotta keep an n, all these n*ggas gon’ laugh at me
fifty on me neck, fifty on my wrist
i’m roundin’ off, it’s really ninety*six, you little petty b*tch
man, that n*gga face cappin’, he ain’t really from the 6
i’ll slide through minivan, trunk full of (shh)
lookin’ for the right shh, tryna find a mix
i don’t really f*ck with webster, rather go to kith
call my n*gga pucci, i’ma pull up to the knicks
i done got my money right, they can’t tell me sh*t, ayy
unf*ckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
i be with the runtz gang, gave your b*tch an edible
young n*gga dream was to get a blow spot
me and skeddy turned the white into the dopehouse
baby, f*ck your man, tell me what your throat ’bout
breakin’ down the bag, i’m at lil’— house
when i go on tour, i’m bringin’ lil’ bro out
yeah, veeze with me, we was workin’ both routes
pulled two hundred out a f*ckin’ ghost town
diamonds dancin’, choppers singin’, b*tch, it’s motown
young berry gordy
she done f*cked the whole gang, that sh*t is very h*rny
she just want the clout, when we f*ck, she say, “record me”
h*ll yeah, i did it, made a s*xtape
ovo, bape, still ain’t met drake
[verse 2: veeze]
f*ck all that tris sh*t, where the wock’ at?
my b*tch don’t never buy no sneakers when she shoppin’
come to my trap, got white and black just like a sox hat
my n*ggas don’t care nothin’ ’bout parties, only combat
i don’t even want the thirty, give me the standard, i can’t hide that
oh, you wan’ duck and hide? i’ma send them boys to where your mom at
i just pour a deuce and pop a perc’, i still ain’t high yet
told that skinny b*tch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
n*gga, i don’t play with n*ggas
n*gga, i don’t pay for b*tches
n*gga, i don’t hang with snitches
i’m part of the navy, n*gga
my brother crazy, i tell him to, he’ll k!ll your babysitter
i was flat broke, ray was with me
you play with him, you can’t keep livin’
my cup too d*mn expensive
you spill that b*tch, gotta pay the difference
lil’ n*gga keep sneak dissin’, i’m sendin’ diego to slay your b*tches

- babyface ray lyrics

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