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la familia - babyface ray lyrics

[verse 1: babyface ray]
i’ma tell you the truth, i’m racked up in the booth
tryna let this sh*t stack like a ju
sh*t i been through, just might shed you a tear, if you f*ck boys knew what i knew
i ain’t waiting in line, clear this motherf*cker out when you see a young boss come through
i ain’t wasting no time, bring me a motherf*cking dime
[?] my boo
who real? who fake?
i ain’t got time for that sh*t, young boy, i’m tryna fill my safe
b*tterfly my [?]
met a young n*gga this fly, so high, i can’t feel my face
you can ask p, we came from nothing
f*ck coming up, look up, i’m coming
why count me out, when i was counting up?
and i won’t stop until i touch a hundred
all that hating you be doing, you gon’ get your b*tch f*cked or nothing
in and out my og house, keep stashing [?], she know i’m up to something
say i dress like a swiper, sh*t so hard, i need a diaper
[?] now who got [?]
meet a b*tch, onе night her
[?] b*tch quick like a tire
[?]
eh
titty bar, lеtting sh*t fly
we get it in, n*ggas get it back
cost a jordan package when i’m getting high
won’t speak a word if they sitting down
we bagging zips, blowing out the pound
i feel like i’m at home when i’m out of town
if it’s ’bout money, i don’t turn it down
catch me playing 80’s when i turn around
[verse 2: peezy]
we raised the crime rate, then raised the prices
out of state with no plate or licance
before we take off, we take the bible
6 hours straight, safe arrival
in the v, making 3 g’s an hour
2 days, n*gga, that’s 60 thousand
between 3 n*ggas, that’s a dub a piece
come back, buy 2 buffs, a pare a piece
when i was paying 4 g’s a pound
y’all n*ggas couldn’t leave the house
cuzz used to front me whatever i buy
and i’d have the money back in a decent time
y’all n*ggas ain’t done it all, or seen a crime
i don’t believe you, n*gga, i believe you lieing
n*ggas talk that sh*t, and go tell the cops
you ain’t been nowhere, n*gga, you scared to fly
to get money, i feel obligated
disrespect, it ain’t tolerated
mixing weed, got a lot of flavors
i’m so f*cking high, hope god can save me
f*cking thumbs locking up, from counting paper
out in sacromento, booked a flight to vegas
can’t do a f*ck n*gga no kind of favors
stunting on my pages, mama think i made it
you ain’t never seen no chips
we the young n*ggas on the east with the casino chips
take your ho with me when i dip
she ain’t never seen a n*gga make 30 g’s so quick
we keep going, we don’t quit
just a young fat black n*gga, [?] fit
just drunk an 8 of lean, no tip
and smoked a half ounce of dope, i can’t see, i’m [?]
[verse 3: t*dot]
got a yay of weed, in the pill spot
pit on fire, still hot
this beat finna get k!lled, got
n*ggas disappear like they jill scott
old drop when i peal through
gang green, mildew
k!ll dudes with that old glock
when it pop, it’s gon’ feel new
n*gga, i’m with eastside ray
and my young n*gga peezy
n*ggas talking sl!ck, they ain’t leaving
have them young n*ggas pull up squeezing
larry boes, 3 a piece
he ain’t getting money, then he a leach
n*gga looking for me, i’m out of reach
you ain’t heard these numbers since [?]
i’m a get money young n*gga, f*ck indictments
i’ma f*ck the streets up, f*ck the prices
still on 75, f*ck a licance
on prison calls, with a couple lifers
getting checks, f*ck nike
off the phone, n*gga, f*ck a bando
talking hundreds, you ain’t touched a bando
my n*ggas shooting first, f*ck a handle
f*ck a dribble, i’m calling [?]
he pulling up with them black comandos
if the price right, n*gga, fam go
223’s blow, f*ck a rambo
[?] f*ck a lambo
feds watching, still [?]
couldn’t k!ll him, still k!lled his man though
them ar’s on us, n*gga what, b*tch

- babyface ray lyrics

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