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you can't get a verse - babyface ray lyrics

[intro: babyface ray]
(jose the plug)
yeah
some sh*t just be out my hands, man
they be like, “ray, why you don’t be doin’ this?”
why you be doin’ that?
you need to focus up, son
get off that lean, man, that lean f*ckin’ with you
nah, n*gga, you f*ckin’ with me, huh, stop talkin’ to me

[verse 1: babyface ray]
broke the law, broke these b*tches’ hearts, tell me where to start
i ride with poles, super paranoid, pay me like it’s art
she left with mine so i dog ’em all, baby left me scarred
i heard you had the bag, lil’ n*gga, but you dropped the ball
bro was in the game first, sh*t, i’m marc gasol
i was in it headfirst, i ain’t scared at all
i thought we was off the hook, but he brought the dogs
i ain’t finna tell you sh*t, let me get a call
n*ggas sendin’ hate through the hoes, that’s for b*tches, ho
i found out you got it right there, i’m money mitchin’, though
blue hundreds got on rubber band, i don’t crip at all
i don’t really need a b*tch for sh*t but a rental car
i’m runnin’ out of patience, heard you runnin’ out of paper
runnin’ off on n*ggas, if i whack you, it’s a statement
whack my baby mama, she keep playin’ with my baby
finally got a plug, just had a meeting with a label
and i don’t wanna talk if it ain’t m’s on the table
free my n*gga g, we counted m’s on that table
rest in peace to soda, man, he ain’t here and that sh*t crazy
i wanna thank all my old hoes ’cause they made me
rest in peace to reek, i ain’t forgot about you, baby
they tryna slam my hand like i forgot when n*ggas hated
i showed up to la, but i just started in the latest
double cup shawty, b*tch, you know i’m medicatin’
n*ggas say a lot, but they can’t tell you that i’m fakin’
a n*gga had to cross state lines just to shake it
[verse 2: wanski]
a n*gga had to cross state lines just to make it
always out of town, no more time in that bas*m*nt
these n*ggas got all the time, but no paper
i’m fresh off the ‘hound, what’s your kind? what’s your flavor?
sh*t so hard, it break razors
brodie on the yard with a razor
n*ggas sendin’ hate through these hoes, that’s what b*tches do
i find out you doin’ that ho sh*t, that’s your finish move
ar hold some sh*t, hit you in the living room
naw, that ain’t my little b*tch, she just get my rentals to me
money made me crazy, money made you n*ggas hate me
f*ckin’ with the, whew, i can double up my paper
barehanded trippin’ in here playin’ with it, baby
all solid n*ggas, ain’t no hams at this table
and i don’t wanna hear that money sh*t, you ain’t got enough
had a ho send him on a dummy and we shot him up
i’m the type to hit a hit city and i drop it up
unc’ got me on the bus smellin’ loud as f*ck

[interlude: babyface ray]
and i don’t wanna talk if it ain’t m’s on the table
free my n*gga g, we counted m’s on that table
rest in peace to soda, man, he ain’t here and that sh*t crazy
i wanna thank all my old hoes ’cause they made me
[verse 3: dt tha kidd]
i ain’t go to college like, “f*ck an education”
get me a good plug that supply ’em, i’m gon’ make it
weed so strong, got a n*gga heart racin’
ball every day, i don’t wait for no occasion
b*tch, this a money run, this ain’t no vacation
always stay fresh, you can catch me in the latest
fell in love with lean since the first time i taste it
always been me, i ain’t never had to fake it, n*gga
y’all tuned in to the life of a real n*gga
how i got good relationships with all the drug dealers
b*tches lyin’ to they n*ggas just so they can f*ck with us
i ain’t showin’ love to n*ggas if they don’t f*ck with us
rest in peace wayne, rest in peace thump
rest in peace my n*gga brick, i got a couple in the trunk
i could put one on your head, i could get a n*gga slumped
go’n break the ‘woods down, man, i’m tryna blow these runtz

- babyface ray lyrics

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