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ghetto boyz - babyface ray & peezy lyrics

[intro: peezy]
top$ide
sixty for the charm but that ain’t sh*t tho
turn this sh*t up on the headphones a lil’ bit more
i feel grimey as h*ll right now, you know?
facts, n*gga
my motherf*ckin’ face balled up, right now
mm, augh, ah
boy, i’ll growl on one you b*tch ass n*ggas
yeah, n*gga

[verse 1: peezy]
sixty for a motherf*ckin’ charm, that ain’t sh*t tho
b*tch, you better hope i don’t go broke, i’m pulling kick doe
b*tch, i lost money then you had, i’m still rich tho
b*tch, i’m sipping on a twelfth of wock, this ain’t no tris ho’
she hate the way i act, i just can’t help it, i’m the sh*t
i left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick
i left the o and went back to the k, i’m in the sticks
i’ll leave this rap sh*t alone and get back in the mix
shh, you know what’s going on
she gon’ tеll me “pull up when you leavе, don’t leave your hoe at home”
made a hunnid g’s in like three days, i wasn’t even gone that long
come back home and re*up, jump back on that road
too many n*ggas that have they phone tapped so i’m back on the beeper
bad b*tch called me up, i paint her face, now she like mona lisa
came straight home from jail, it wasn’t two weeks, i got back on the keisha
i feel like [?] she keep calling me and i just can’t leave her
boy, get off my d*ck cause you ain’t got no cheese
made a half a mil at home, i ain’t have to leave
knocked her down off a perc’, now she harassing me
b*tch it ain’t no limit to this pape’, i feel like master p
[verse 2: babyface ray]
yeah, michael corleone, sippin’ good, twerkin’ mobile phones
i had to cut it on to get the money, leave them hoes alone
i’m all through tsa with package on me, boston george in blow
i told the dea that i’m retired, we just sellin’ songs
i never ever*ever love ’em like my dough
dolce tee was like three hunnid but my sprite was more
your lil’ b*tch must be impatient ’cause she tryna go
last sh*t you n*ggas dropped, i wouldn’t even know
i brought one, she brought one, i can’t sleep alone
countin’ money, talking numbers, plug on speaker phone
i’ve been handling my business, gettin’ bigger with the gang
a couple watching from the stands ’cause they went against the grain
stop with all that playin’, i pay, they dip you in your grave
all this pape’, man, it’s hard not to change

- babyface ray peezy lyrics

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