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babyface ray - my thoughts part ii lyrics

[verse 1:]
basically, all the fake love get away from me
lately i been focused on the bag so don’t play with me
just because i f-cked a couple nights don’t mean u stay with me
it ain’t like if i go get a sentence u gone wait for me
top down stand up on the pedal brody race with me
tell er moma blow me like a blunt babyface me
i can see the smirk from the thoughts of just erasing it
n-gga gone head do yo thang ain’t no hate in me
n-gga say got em for what? i got em less
brody said he taking em where? why not invest?
i was standing in the fire i ain’t had no business
b-tch i ain’t going back n forth i ain’t playing no tennis
steady serving out the rental with my mind onna million
how can i get em out the streets im tired of loosing my n-ggas
living with the broken heart i shoulda teared bout bro
next day the bag landing and still got sold
i rather cut her off cuz n-ggas k!ll bout hoe
i watched her living wit yo money and she still my hoe
she wanna f-ck i won’t even hit her
i said i told you i never need a b-tch before you need a n-gga
ride with me while i meet a n-gga
its just a play just to show all the cheese that a n-gga gain
i missed the road its been a minute
when you gone n-ggas playing with the bag so im never sending
to really know me is to understand me
to really know what i really been thru when im still standing
n-ggas acting like they threw me when i didn’t have it
i was standing on the side watching n-ggas laughing

[verse 2:]
i hear the snakes hissing
really not really cuz im playing with that blender
its a hard life when u playin wit that pistol..
pray for my goon..
paranoid when we out fightin demons from the shot he blew
it ain’t no fit then it sh-t a 2
all i gotta do is make 1 call just to get it thru
you wanna know? well im living proof
all i know is no excuse anythang else get excuse
im pouring drank im feeling screwed
having visions of me swimming in the money like my n-gga scrooge
she call me broke, this b-tch is rude
i can pay yo rent from march till december b-tch don’t get confused
having to my name put a bag back on me
some of my n-ggas turn to k!llas they will mack max on you
i be chilling but dont make me put a stash back on
im on the gram flashing racks f-ck a flashback homie
i’m in the bar wit that bag back on me that 4 nickel
in traffic wit that bag back on me i got a issue
i supercharged tried quit but it sucking me in
i done served everything but never f-cked up a bean
my n my d-ck so w-ssup with yo friend i want em both
what would you really do for that paper i wanna know
i can’t count how many times n-ggas stabbed my back
its overlapping in time n-ggas had my back

- babyface ray lyrics

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