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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Jarrod Milton
Evan Jarrod Milton
Songwriter
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sharif
Sharif
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Assistant Mixing Engineer
SpaceTheWizard
SpaceTheWizard
Producer

Lyrics

(We astronauts with this shit, my nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I had to tell 'em, like (I just need my space right now) Had to draw somethin' down, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah Know that shit I can feel you ain't with me, for real You gon' try play me crazy if I don't know the business for real A hurt past, go to Church, guess religion, it heals I just saw the pastor daughter walk in, switchin' the heels It's a crazy world, I'm a ladies man Mama's baby boy, dad's favorite, I promise you that You gon' hustle these days without honeys attached 'Cause they gon' try you 'til you dyin' on a cell-block trap I pour a cup, get drowsy and steal from your same ones Ridin' in your car, say they'll kill for you Before God, man, my partner had a deal for me Better percentage, royalties, talkin' real money Yeah, I got a bad cougar, take me out, pay the bill for me Yeah, badman out in London with a seal on me Pockets, and my stomach gettin' bigger, real sipper I'm an ex pill-dealer, hate these niggas, hilfiger, yeah You gon' talk me to death You gon' cop a hotbox and in the foreign with thots They top-notch 'fore I let a nigga ride with me (ah-ah) Don't touch the door handles on this, bitch, they pop out Can't you get money? Not cards, they not props My boy say he think they ass be watchin', who not? Hot Who not movin' the bag, who not used to this cash I just woke up out my sleep, just spent a deuce and a half Spit the truth, so don't ask me Never seen, they heard about him though, face gaspin' Ever seen a bitch so fine, need her ass beat? Know I get it early, you look like me last week Rich nigga shit, I come through, don't harass me Keep it nasty Why that hell you with, she eyein' me? She yellin', "pass me" Alley-oop into your highness, you know I slimed her Lately, my life been a movie, go buy a camera
Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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