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babyface ray - real niggas don't rap lyrics

[intro]
d+mn, marco done turnt that sh+t up
how i’m ‘posed to tell my n+ggas stop gettin’ money?

[verse]
what i’m supposed to tell my young n+ggas? (yeah)
wild and don’t give a f+ck, a 100k it ain’t enough (n+gga)
pandemic has been boring, i been runnin’ money up (yeah)
how can these n+ggas hate me? i been showing only love
i caught a baddie in the airport, wanna get her tummy tuck
d+mn you look good, she said “nah i look great” (yes)
skin like honey with a coke bottle shape (yeah)
squeeze it ’til it’s empty on yo’ lil’ pretty face (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i took her to the club, she consider it a date
money flying, thesе b+tches wanna go wit’ me
fall in line, i’m pullin’ up four+hundrеd deep
she want time, you know i rather hug the street
i know some street n+ggas don’t rap (they don’t rap at all)
yeah, i know some millionaires don’t rap (don’t touch the money)
i know some real k!llers don’t rap (real)
ayy i’m a real n+gga, no rap (ayy)
they asking questions, like “how i really feel about it?” (mhm)
sh+t i’m cool, if i can get a million out it (double up)
i slept on air mattress, on a mat
no money, no hope of blowing up off rap
n+gga brought his ho around, she cut her eye, i double back (yeah)
n+ggas jogging in place, so right now i’m running lap (i’m running lap)
the top feel better than the bottom, i admit (whole lot)
ooh you wet, f+ck these n+ggas, show yo’ wrist (what up)
rap n+ggas got rap beef, make a diss (why)
f+ck that, i counted up a hundred making this
you scared to let your nuts hang, you won’t ever take a risk (crazy)
we talking ’bout some money, i guess you can live without it (sucker)
the ride a little longer when you out here living honest (living honest n+gga)
i was getting hungry, tryna ride to benihana
four in the morning, out here playing spin the bottle (what)
spin off in the truck before i turn in, get to swallowin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
babygirl called, said “she having n+gga problems”
you ain’t gotta pout, you can get this sh+t, i got it (i got it)
20k in saks, i’m just dressing up my closet (real)
nine in the morning and i’m catching a deposit
i know some street n+ggas don’t rap (they don’t rap at all, yeah)
i know some millionaires don’t rap (yeah)
(don’t touch the money)
i know some real k!llers don’t rap (real)
ayy i’m a real n+gga, no rap (ayy)
you acting funny, you a rapper huh?
she’ll blow herself better than a vacuum, huh (yeah)
sh+t tight so you hope that she don’t ask for nothing (yeah)
but when she do, you gon’ tell her “that you stackin, huh?” (ayy)
yeah, move through the crowd with charisma
make ya ho move without speaking like matilda
i done did numbers on the 7k fielder (facts)
pull up, serve a n+gga in his hood, i ain’t trippin’ (where you at?)
face in his laptop, he said he got a ticket now (yeah)
poa got you living like you moving chickens, huh? (oh, yeah)
bro said his rollie’ been patek, get a richard now (oh, yeah)
boy said it right, f+ck a number and that sh+t en route (no cap)
[outro]
no cap, no cap, no cap
(sh+t en route, sh+t en route)

- babyface ray lyrics

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