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lirik lagu fly gods – babyface ray & westside gunn

[intro: babyface ray]
(yeah)
yeah (like one of them old school motherf*ckers, man, gettin’ money right now)
n*gga, spaz ain’t been home ninety days, man
n*gga already plat’ (already, young n*gga, can’t tell us nothin’)
sh*t just different, you know what i’m sayin’? (f*ck ’em, know we gon’ get it done)
yeah

[verse 1: babyface ray]
look what the streets did to my mans (look), real n*gga, he ain’t play the sport, got football numbers
bad b*tch, used to turn it up, now she duckin’ calls from him (oh yeah)
i think soda came to me last night and told me “ball on ’em”
nothin’*ass b*tch, still order ones and let ’em fall on her
i just got a plug, but now i rap, i put my dog on it
n*ggas on the ‘gram with the work, game waterеd down (wow)
trap popped up with some trues, lеt me call around (h*town)
they say the streets dry (for real)
ain’t n0body got no money, got me askin’ why (it’s f*cked up)
back against the wall, standin’ tall, i bet i’m blastin’ out
jeweler say it’s done, i’m like “okay,” like kidd, i’m cashin’ out (i’m on my way)
yeah, how you gettin’ money? i can’t see that sh*t, dog
why you claimin’ her like you don’t see this b*tch flawed? (why?)
in the back, reclinin’, i got tvs in the car (for real)
gettin’ money easy, went three g on ’em, boy (you know what i’m sayin’, we get money on these n*ggas,dog)
yeah, gettin’ money easy, went three g on ’em, boy (know what i’m sayin’, keep n*ggas motivated, rest in peace my n*gga crumbs, man)
yeah, gettin’ money easy, went three g on ’em, boy
from rag to riches, f*ck the baddest, n*gga, pass them b*tches (for real)
had the bag, you finished, sad to hear it, had to laugh at n*ggas
no more sneak*dissin’, i should tag you n*ggas
mashin’ through the trenches
clear your tab, my n*gga (broke*ass n*gga)
hope you know, when it go, she gone
wipe your ass, my n*gga, it get deep, listen to me
hear snakes hissin’ for me
told my boy legit, he like “how?” all he know is hustle
bodyguards make me feel funny, f&n the muscle
brodie, he been fightin’ with the work, in there jumpin’ on it
mama, she been prayin’ for me hard, say i’m up to somethin’ (for real)
lil’ cuz, he broke, it broke my heart because he come from money
n*ggas hatin’, frontin’ on your dog like this sh*t luck or somethin’ (for real)
boy, i know you love her with your heart, but that b*tch love the youngin
young og, young og
presidentials on my b*tch now, i got one for me (and my b*tch, n*gga)
mob boss, when you see the gang, tell me what you see (mob)
take the lean, experiment with it ’til that f*cker pink
you would have the world if it was up to me
boy, it’s a world, shoutout tennessee (boy, it’s a world)
trophies in the sky, you an mvp
mix a four of pai with the mgp (flygod)
[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, i’m still old school, whack a n*gga for his buffs (ah)
paid sixty*two hundred for the dunks
gucci north face with the mountains at the pump (ah)
pull it out on you, who you be? where you from? (f*ck)
outside [?][2:27], me and bump
rose dweller, everything had a drum (brr)
back to back 580 parked in front of eddie v’s
spray*painted dog on the givenchy
denim tears, still droppin’ tears
but auntie ch*lle, she should be here
i wish she could see my foyer and my chandelier
went home, took a nap, came back, the fiend was still there (still there)
glock with the switch (brr), pops gettin’ hit
presidential suite at the ritz, ricks up to shin (ah)
margiela trench

- babyface ray westside gunn

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