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Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
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Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
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Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
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Ozro Graham
Ozro Graham
Songwriter
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Rocaine
Rocaine
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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 bitches mad at me And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me 50 on my neck, 50 on my wrist I'm roundin' off, it's really 96, you little petty bitch Man, that nigga face cappin', he ain't really from The Six I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of shh Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix I don't really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith Call my nigga Pucci, I'ma pull up to the Knicks I done got my money right, they can't tell me shit, ayy Unfuckwitable, babygirl a cannibal I be with the runtz gang, gave your bitch an edible (runtz gang) Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot (yeah) Me and Skeddy turned the white into the dopehouse (yeah) Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat 'bout (yeah) 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 fuckin' ghost town Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it's Motown Young Berry Gordy She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, "Record me" Hell-yeah, I did it, made a sextape OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at? My bitch don't never buy no sneakers when she shoppin' Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat My niggas don't care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat I don't even want the 30, 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 bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at Nigga, I don't play with niggas, nigga, I don't pay for bitches Nigga, I don't hang with snitches, I'm part of the Navy, nigga My brother crazy, I tell him to, he'll kill your babysitter I was flat broke, Ray was with me, you play with him, you can't keep livin' My cup too damn expensive, you spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Marcellus Rayvon Register Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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