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hallelujah - babyface ray lyrics

[chorus: babyface ray & gmo stax]
phone beatin’, still in motion, i’m like, “hallelujah”
when that bag touch down, we scream, “hallelujah”
wrist bust, hands up, i’m like, “hallelujah”
fresh as f*ck, amiri stuff, i’m like, “hallelujah”
bad b*tches send me drops, n*gga, hallelujah
really thuggin’ in these streets, i don’t need a shooter
was just broke, now i’m up, n*gga, hallelujah
real n*gga, rapper second, they like, how i do it?

[verse 1: babyface ray]
f*ck n*ggas wanna do with me? i got my change, i rock designer (for real)
my young n*gga caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
it’s a beamer, not a honda, b*tch, look how we ridin’ (b*tch, look how)
back to back tracks and ‘cats, it look like we slidin’
i look like colored money
way too trill, keep nothin’ but hundreds
watch your back, they comin’ for you
f*ck steppin’, n*ggas stompin’ on you (f*ck ’em)
b*tches know i’m worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin’ on me (come on)
down his block sideways like, “f*ck him ’cause he stunted on me” (lame*ass n*gga)
f*ck whoever hatin’ on me, pay a fee, they layin’ on you
mama say she prayin’ for me, i won’t let ’em take me from you (i got you)
tried to listen to these n*ggas, they ain’t really sayin’ nothin’
shorty, she was playin’ with it, paper got her friend f*ckin’ (yeah)
[chorus: babyface ray & gmo stax]
phone beatin’, still in motion, i’m like, “hallelujah”
when that bag touch down, we scream, “hallelujah”
wrist bust, hands up, i’m like, “hallelujah”
fresh as f*ck, amiri stuff, i’m like, “hallelujah”
bad b*tches send me drops, n*gga, hallelujah
really thuggin’ in these streets, i don’t need a shooter
was just broke, now i’m up, n*gga, hallelujah
real n*gga, rapper second, they like, how i do it? (woah)

[verse 2: gmo stax]
switches or the dracs only thing we shootin’ (the only thing we shootin’)
we been put the ball down and said f*ck hoopin’ (f*ck hoopin’)
k!ll a n*gga all on camera if it come to it
we don’t need no money counter, we’ll thumb through it (we’ll thumb through this sh*t)
quick to pick the chopper up and say, “f*ck music”
we ain’t goin’ back and forth, let the hoes do it (let the hoes do that sh*t)
i ain’t gotta slime no more, let the bros do it (i let the bros do that sh*t)
only time these n*ggas slidin’ when they on pro tools
b*tch, who?
everybody ’round me gettin’ money, make a b*tch choose
everybody ’round me masked up, they don’t know who the shooter (everybody)
i don’t know about them other n*ggas, they know we gon’ do it
with all them bang outs, thank god, n*gga, hallelujah (thank god)

- babyface ray lyrics

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