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babyface ray - hallelujah lyrics

[chorus: babyface ray & gmo stax]
phone beatin’, still in motion, i’m like, “hallelujah”
when that bag touch down, we scream, “hallelujah”
wrist bust, hands up, i’m like, “hallelujah”
fresh as f+ck, amiri stuff, i’m like, “hallelujah”
bad b+tches send me drops, n+gga, hallelujah
really thuggin’ in these streets, i don’t need a shooter
was just broke, now i’m up, n+gga, hallelujah
real n+gga, rapper second, they like, how i do it?

[verse 1: babyface ray]
f+ck n+ggas wanna do with me? i got my change, i rock designer (for real)
my young n+gga caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
it’s a beamer, not a honda, b+tch, look how we ridin’ (b+tch, look how)
back to back tracks and ‘cats, it look like we slidin’
i look like colored money
way too trill, keep nothin’ but hundreds
watch your back, they comin’ for you
f+ck steppin’, n+ggas stompin’ on you (f+ck ’em)
b+tches know i’m worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin’ on me (come on)
down his block sideways like, “f+ck him ’cause he stunted on me” (lame+ass n+gga)
f+ck whoever hatin’ on me, pay a fee, they layin’ on you
mama say she prayin’ for me, i won’t let ’em take me from you (i got you)
tried to listen to these n+ggas, they ain’t really sayin’ nothin’
shorty, she was playin’ with it, paper got her friend f+ckin’ (yeah)
[chorus: babyface ray & gmo stax]
phone beatin’, still in motion, i’m like, “hallelujah”
when that bag touch down, we scream, “hallelujah”
wrist bust, hands up, i’m like, “hallelujah”
fresh as f+ck, amiri stuff, i’m like, “hallelujah”
bad b+tches send me drops, n+gga, hallelujah
really thuggin’ in these streets, i don’t need a shooter
was just broke, now i’m up, n+gga, hallelujah
real n+gga, rapper second, they like, how i do it? (woah)

[verse 2: gmo stax]
switches or the dracs only thing we shootin’ (the only thing we shootin’)
we been put the ball down and said f+ck hoopin’ (f+ck hoopin’)
k!ll a n+gga all on camera if it come to it
we don’t need no money counter, we’ll thumb through it (we’ll thumb through this sh+t)
quick to pick the chopper up and say, “f+ck music”
we ain’t goin’ back and forth, let the hoes do it (let the hoes do that sh+t)
i ain’t gotta slime no more, let the bros do it (i let the bros do that sh+t)
only time these n+ggas slidin’ when they on pro tools
b+tch, who?
everybody ’round me gettin’ money, make a b+tch choose
everybody ’round me masked up, they don’t know who the shooter (everybody)
i don’t know about them other n+ggas, they know we gon’ do it
with all them bang outs, thank god, n+gga, hallelujah (thank god)

- babyface ray lyrics

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