babyface ray - nice guy lyrics
[intro]
yeah, ‘rif
we undefeated with these (pooh, you a fool for this one)
for real
i ain’t used to have sh+t so i count when—
i ain’t used to have to sh+t (for real), now, a n+gga get everything, man
still reachin’ there (ayy, ‘rif, what the f+ck, man? you know what’s goin’ on with this one)
shout+out all my n+ggas gettin’ money right now
uh
[verse 1]
i ain’t used to have sh+t, i count it up when i’m bored (yeah)
beans in the cup holder, chopstick on the floor (yeah)
locked in, ballin’ on ’em, i ain’t looked at the score (locked in)
everfrеsh cran’ apple, see reke whеn i pour (rest in peace)
bought me an ounce and went to post up at the store (for real)
goyard bag, that’s just for the money to hold it (peep)
fifteen hoes are coming through the back like the owner (come on)
new m8, you can tell it’s that from the motor (yeah)
[chorus]
tired of being the nice guy, overlooking sh+t
n+gga tried to play it sl!ck once, so we took his sh+t (for real)
i shouldn’t even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking d+ck, yeah (ha)
i can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the (switch my) bl!ck’
tired of being the nice guy overlooking sh+t
n+gga tried to play it sl!ck once, so we took his sh+t
i shouldn’t even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking d+ck, yeah
i can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the bl!ck’
[verse 2]
i got a personal shopper, ain’t hit the mall in a while now
say she squirt, but not on me, put a towel down
f+ck yo’ man, i got enough to turn yo’ frown around
fake+ass thugs, ain’t on sh+t, must be ramadan (uh+huh)
this sh+t is in me, not on me, sh+t is on me too (too)
plenty missions wit’ my dawg, i’ma call ’em scooby (yeah)
it ain’t nothin’ more important than money, ask scooter (huh)
spin the block, we hit him quick, my youngin’ jab judah (yeah)
money stacked to the ceiling, n+gga, grab a ruler
boy, is you a dealer or a user?
watch for gold diggers ’cause the b+tches be abusin’ (huh)
thinkin’ i should take care of her and she don’t do sh+t
touch one of my loved ones, i’ma lose it (huh)
we can’t catch him, hope yo’ family movin’ (huh)
fbi listenin’, sh+t deeper than music (huh)
doped up, playin’ wit’ the dope, i feel like pooki (yeah)
you know i’m doped up, playin’ with the dope, this how i do it
money counter plugged up, this sh+t therapeutic (yeah)
i done turned top notch boss, i was a student (for real)
stole my pop’s truck when he left, he never knew it
should’ve put me in special+ed, i’m goin’ stupid
i ain’t mad at you, baby girl ’cause n+ggas groupies (i swear)
thirteen in the bas+m+nt when i’m in houston (ha)
n+ggas greet me with open arms and i love it (what up, though?)
seen n+ggas around me, yeah, i love ’em (love)
i hope you get back up on yo’ feet when you fumble (huh)
you know i love things about her, but i don’t love her (huh)
[chorus]
tired of being the nice guy, overlooking sh+t
n+gga tried to play it sl!ck once, so we took his sh+t (so we took his sh—)
i shouldn’t even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking d+ck, yeah (pull up suckin’)
i can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the bl!ck’
tired of being the nice guy overlooking sh+t (tired of this)
n+gga tried to play it sl!ck once, so we took his sh+t (come on)
i shouldn’t even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking d+ck, yeah (shh)
i can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the bl!ck’ (switch my, switch my, face my, n+gga)
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