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Fight Night Round 3 sh*t
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Babyface Ray
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Oooh Sav killed it If I was down to my last dollar, give a f**k what they think We gon’ load a 80 Benz and old Impala Told this b*t*h my boys from Detroit she askin bout Sada My wife prolly in New York making enchiladas b*t*h want me to put her in school, I am not your poppa Thirty clip and it feel full, I’m in my mood Ready to road rage in a Rolls (aye) Ready to road in a Rolls to go hit your hoe b*t*h leave me alone when I’m at home, & I’m sipping my fo’ n***as better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat And it clear they lookin at Boat just like he the Pope You know I done done it all, I ain’t Shotty Lo Rap n***a play with the bag, keep it on the low Cool n***a run with the steppers, steppin on the dope I just-i just touched down, Yachty scooped me Double R I think I gotta everything man Saint Laurant n***a say they see on the jet and on the block Give a bad b*t*h 4 minutes like a vibe Lil cuz said he want some money, send him out Spot banging like it’s fast food in n out If my youngin catch a n***a outside they’ll spin the block How the f**k these n***as actin like they street they in the house Heard that n***a want the clout, f**k it put them in a cloud Heard the brokest n***as loud that’s why I don’t make a sound That n***a said he don’t like Veeze, he don’t know why I read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil Boat house I’m doing scamming sending bows to yo hoe house Riding with a 120 shots boy that’s 4 Glocks Me and face had shows and low’s and they sold out We just turned a San Fran mansion to a grow house I just spent 3 thousand on a coat cause it’s cold now I can’t ride around in that Bentley, cause it’s old now I can’t hang around with that n***a, cause he told now You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now I thought body was your OG, why they hoein’ him out Pull up in ATL with them things, make it snow in the south Trappin by the door in my room, it’s one more on the couch Seventeen wavy not a yacht in the water Rolex shopping seen the yacht and I bought it Me and Meech treat the gallery like a office Lately I been Globetrotten like I’m playing in Harlem Riding round like we ain’t famous with a Glock and a Rarri All my n***as banging red, like they got hired at Target Bout to change my name to Ken, all my b*t*hes be Barbies She keep throwing me the pu**y, but I really don’t want it If her throat could have a baby, I might end up on Maury Walk around with 20 thousand for the times I was strarvin’ If she pop an X pill, then that pu**y I’m carving I done f**ked a thousand girls who BD’s think I’m garbage Well it’s a pandemic, world recession, I’m never starving n***a play with my money leave him lumpy like Martin Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason all you b*t*hes want a Birkin How the hell his nails painted and his n***as gonna murk you Made a million dollar cash and the bank I ain’t go to Seen what you said online, I just really don’t know you Why would I shine some light on these n***as on purpose My b*t*h bring her friend it’s gon’ turn to a circus I just got mad at Veeze, he don’t check his purchases (Ahhhh) I’m in purses This b*t*h mad I ain’t text back, she worthless
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