babyface ray – free the ghetto lyrics
(intro)
[coach me joey]
yeah
[dodbh]
[f+ck these n+ggas man]
aye free the ghetto man
[? i ain’t trippin’]
y’all know how she was coming
[f+ck you mean]
(verse 1)
aye, if you hearin’ this it’s too late
two hoes at ruth’s chris, i need two plates
carry out for my b+tch, i ain’t sh+t, yeah i know
i couldn’t do sh+t for my b+tch i was broke
but i got racks now
turnin’ hip on these n+ggas, i’m the bad guy
pulled the whip to bro crib, find the stash spot
once he put them b+tches up imma mash out
[i’m on, imma call you when i get there n+gga]
aye, p was in the k, i had with my way
facetimin’ brodie, d+mn what you do today
i started off shooting videos with super ray
i’m on my slime boss sh+t, ain’t n0body safe
ain’t n0body give me sh+t
got a text from your hoe, like face, where you at, give me d+ck
you ain’t even paying rent, why you talkin’ cray
n+gga i’m a walking l!ck, shoot him in his face
auntie told me watch these n+ggas
that’s my baby watch me rock these n+ggas
[straight to sleep]
flood that muhf+cka, throw something on my wrist
i’m in saks doing something for my kid, yeah
sad turnt, get ya mans burnt
right now i’m mad at your b+tch, she made the wrong turn
[what you doing?]
pulling thru your hood, i’m like what up worm
never put the bag on you, you a cussed on
[f+ck on]
aye, i never say these n+ggas’ name, what the f+ck fo’
[f+ck imma say yo name for n+gga]
n+ggas talking, they don’t know me, but i’m up tho
watch they let my mans out, we go right back to ballin’
b+tches was frontin on a n+gga, now they crawlin’
you know that juice flowing thru my veins when i’m talkin’
channel sneaks, rocked ’em for a week, they thought i lost ’em
[got a couple of them muhf+ckas]
get the f+ck on..
[f+ck y’all]
n+ggas d+ck suckin’ again
(verse 2)
big boy business, i got snoop chicken
20 pints to a 30, i need two kitchens
had my gunners tap the car, no matter who in it
why don’t you give that sh+t to me, i know what to do with it
they put the bag in my hand, n+ggas bullsh+ttin’
once you make yo [….] i be done with it
mike amiri jeans with my gun in it
[it’s on me]
flipped ten thousand beans with my son in here
nah for real, i’m for real
i was out there with the fiends, n+ggas fiendin’ for a deal
i woke up with two hoes, i ain’t think this sh+t was real
gave they ass a rack a piece, that ain’t sh+t but a seal
[that ain’t sh+t]
n+ggas calling me the goat, this my life, not a sk!ll
n+ggas still ain’t had a dub, f+ck yo age, boy you lil’
pop rebel bands, pop out, poppin’ pills
[aye face slow down, we all dyin’ just to be for real]
(outro)
[n+gga]
[ouu.. dodbh]
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