Babyface Ray — MPR
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Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
I can
Laugh on me, motherfuckers
I ain’t say that shit
I got 10 black cars at the venue
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
A hustler goin’ corporate
Preparation prevents poor performance
Pray my karma it don’t come back on my daughters
I don’t say shit lit when I’m at Ruth Chris bring some water
Labels sending deals but I keep turning down they offers
It ain’t bout the money can’t put that in my coffin
I got the clerks Confused, I’m buying cups no coffee
I’m the chosen one frozen up I did Hutch & Golden Sun
Got my coins up like Temple Run must not know bout Yodie Run
Must not know bout Randy son baby boy the one who ran it up
Ain’t signing shit until they put my family up
I won’t crack a smile until I’m putting Grammy’s up
You just touch your first 100 that’s doin’ bad to us
Frienemy or enemy don’t waste your time trying @’ing me
Want these kicks gotta wait a week custom Goyard baggage me
Sorry but I’m fucking fans bad bitches keep tagging me
Hoe niggas they sending threats to me cause they ain’t next to me
Bitch niggas that think I owe em’ something but they ain’t invest in me
They keep on talking 20K decline respectfully
Calling my phone back to back to back must got a check for me
You can tell I never had shit I’m driving recklessly
I got 10 black cars at the venue
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
From in these streets to industry
Can’t let codeine finish me
Don’t let old friends that I cut off tell you that we enemies
All these hoes backstage trying to fuck must think it’s ten of me
Diamonds flash boxes getting wrapped up I’m a christmas tree
Rule number one it ain’t no posting ain’t no kissing me
Rule number two don’t tell my business that’s gone get you cut
Gotta watch my back I sent the driver just to pick her up
I know I’m a trip I paid a thousand just to get to cut
I dick near just set the club on fire bottles lit it up
This shit ain’t for you if you fall off and you can’t get back up
Lately I ain’t gotta say too much to get your bitch to fuck
Brodie I got flavors for occasions face be kitted it up
30 something racks later, OD candy, did it up
Money low then get it up
Need a load come get with us
Hoes choose swap em with my brodie that ain’t shit to us
I’m in London so she like my accent got the sprinter stuck
Eating beans keeping lean with me say she never seen fifty
My rich homeboy say how much to bring with him
I love that bitch man I can’t lie but never see her with me
Yea my jeans stuffed this shit too much gone bust the seams in it
I got 10 black cars at the venue
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
I don’t rap politic tell me what you into
