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babyface ray & digga d – goofies lyrics

[intro: babyface ray]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: babyface ray]
ayy, look at who they call gang (who?), n+ggas goofy than a b+tch though
throwin’ dirt on my name (why?), must be f+ckin’ your b+tch, huh?
prayin’ on my downfall (why?), sick as h+ll ’cause i’m lit now
still screamin’, “f+ck rap,” (why?) change the country for the hip+hop
[verse 1: babyface ray]
n+gga walkin’ in with gang, shut the b+tch down like rayford did, don’t play with his
he was raised like bebe kids
key in a whip like day+day, b+tch
f+ck your lamb’, i’m in srt8, b+tch
f+ck your ho, wouldn’t date that b+tch
walk in, steal the show, know you hate that sh+t
i’ma grab ten k ‘fore they play my sh+t
beast to the еast
rappin’, i’m deep in the streets
all you n+ggas keepin’ the peacе
all you n+ggas eatin’ the freaks
know i got a girl, ain’t no sleepin’ with me
this sh+t like, got eight g’s on me, hutch is freezin’ the piece
tell me freeze, please, we gone, we out
i hope n+ggas holdin’ it down
that’s why we ain’t f+ck with no clown
too much drip, this lil’ bitty b+tch gon’ drown
that lil’ boy sh+t out of style
she calling me foul, but how? she keepin’ the child
i just jumped deep in the crowd
turnt up with them, touch my piece, you will die
givin’ all praise to allah
iced up, baby, wocky in my ba+ba
covert thugging
sticks when we in here clubbing
rich n+gga sh+t, don’t touch it
this sh+t busting
ice my t++th, my buffies
paid amounts for it in kentucky
good guy, chucky
n+gga wanna play, then we thumping
spot on fire, it’s jumping
say she love me
really just tryna get lucky
’cause she know a n+gga get money
[chorus: babyface ray]
ayy, look at who they call gang (gang), n+ggas goofy than a b+tch though
throwin’ dirt on my name (why?), must be f+ckin’ your b+tch, huh? (must be f+ckin’ your b+tch)
prayin’ on my downfall (why?), sick as h+ll ’cause i’m lit now (sick as h+ll ’cause i’m lit)
still screamin’, “f+ck rap,” (f+ck ’em) change the country for the hip+hop (change the country for the hip+hop)

[verse 2: digga d]
old n+ggas with no figures, i don’t care ’bout who you used to be (no)
quarter milly in gbp, that’s three+forty in usd
that’s ten mill’ on this usb, turn coke stone like usg
and usually, they ain’t usin’ me (no), but i let it slide, they ain’t usin’ t++th
lambchop with a shank tucked, this ain’t cheap meat that you’re eatin’, b+tch (no)
private jet, i’m leavin’ quick, hit stillbrickin, i need a brick
got choppers out when they stop us now, these p+ssy pigs won’t leave the kid
they found a stick in my n+gga’s whip with a silencer and a full clip
how you turn an ak into a draco? i need to know right now (how?)
i got one, but don’t use it ’cause it’s too big when i ride out
it’s an old one and it’s wooden (it’s wooden)
you ho, you said that you wouldn’t (you said you wouldn’t)
do all of this hatin’ sh+t and come tell my girl is a woman (b+tch)
now i’m on the phone to my stylist, like, “hi, liv, i need another bag” (wagwan?)
she proper mad like, “d+mn bro, you got caught again with another slag”
i gotta stop with this cheatin’ sh+t (f+ckin’ h+ll, man)
i got a scorpio, not the .32 one, yo, this gun got a nina clip

[chorus: babyface ray]
ayy, look at who they call gang (gang), n+ggas goofy than a b+tch though
throwin’ dirt on my name (why?), must be f+ckin’ your b+tch, huh? (must be f+ckin’ your b+tch)
prayin’ on my downfall (why?), sick as h+ll ’cause i’m lit now (sick as h+ll ’cause i’m lit)
still screamin’, “f+ck rap,” (f+ck ’em) change the country for the hip+hop (change the country for the hip+hop)
[outro: babyface ray]
hip+hop
f+ck rap, change the country for the hip+hop
f+ck rap, change the country for the hip+hop
f+ck rap, change the country for the hip+hop

- babyface ray digga d lyrics

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