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babyface ray & veeze - wavy navy university lyrics

[intro: babyface ray]
let’s go

[verse 1: babyface ray]
yeah, mafia tied, we ain’t blowin’ up, bad b+tches flyin’ in
i was doin’ hundred percent, class in session, lil’ baby, sign in
sp+ceship in sight, benz’ pullin’ up, b+tches want to dive in (yeah)
they don’t know what i’m sayin’, different language, n+ggas ain’t slimed in
ain’t go on no date, but i told the b+tch she can get ready
she know that i’m heavy, not petty
roses and benzes, the petals, you know how i’m steppin’
i drive it like martin, not dreddie
they told me the road can get high, but you know i’m not carin’
the typе to go talk to the devil
b+tch with them guys, еspecially go pick you a side
and better not get caught in the middle

[verse 2: veeze]
they do what they ask, you know i got paper and plastic
i told her she should pick her poison
i ball like an athlete, even though i’m not an athlete
we get this sh+t off in sport
i let off the vip, i walk ’round the club with myself
these hoes know i’m very important
i just hit the b+tch and now i’m dm’in’ her sis
she want to ride me a joint
lil’ bro, you know that i’m rich
get a kick off of spendin’ this sh+t, i ain’t trippin’ on tabs
she say he a casual, them racks, they be flashin’
ain’t hearin’ no realer, them n+ggas tryin’ to act
my pearl in the closet, i’m drippin’ all over the floor
like soon as you get out the bath
my money get long, yeah, i ain’t seen my stash in the longest
it’s been ’bout a year and a half
[verse 3: babyface ray]
they spinnin’ and spinnin’ and spin it right back
i spin through the trenches with stick on my lap
them n+ggas can’t spin, they get zipped in the back
you want to hear my name? well, mention the cash
mention a rolls, make you sure you mention the gold
left playin’, right wrist froze
stand on your toes, i’m catchin’, i’m pitchin’ ’em low
my fav’ play, pick it and roll
i’m tippin’ the hoes, i’m tippin’ the quick with the pole
you run up, this b+tch gettin’ scored
we run up that sh+t on the low
my n+gga came home, he ran up some sh+t on parole
n+ggas who treat me can’t be no cap
check my facts, ‘face, you don’t rap
trappin’ ain’t dead, n+ggas still on that
my oldhead just dropped two doors, yeah

[verse 4: veeze]
sticks and bags, her hair dropped down to her ass
this lil’ b+tch international
i catch no z’s, they tell me that money don’t sleep
i ain’t got no time for naps
my favorite right now, wockesha my b+tch right now
i’m thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ her tatted
i think i’m xzibit, changin’ the panel of the sprite
it’s purple, it look like a print
n+gga, just listen, f+ck around and change your life
if you stuck to the game that i’m givin’ (swear to god)
twin, you be trippin’
how you pull up in a coupe black and brown, like i double these b+tches?
lean rock said you pop out with like thirty in deals
n+gga, i might go buy me a chicken
huncho a hatin’ ass n+gga
my money so new, in the streets, might’ve caught your ass with it

- babyface ray veeze lyrics

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