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los, wb nutty & babyface ray – 2 mins lyrics

[intro: los]
let’s kick this sh+t, n+gga
(who the h+ll is carlo?)
yeah, yeah, yeah
p+ssy+ass n+ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em

[verse 1: los]
top dog in my section
fell off, bounced back, i’m payin’ full, who gon’ catch it? (who gon’ catch this sh+t?)
i work hard, i don’t play
hundred bands, ten songs, i can do this sh+t all day, n+gga (do this sh+t all day)
i can do this in my sleep
my lil’ homie cash apped me, say i put him on his feet
say i put him in his groove, got his own daisy lane
i can’t tell him go to school, he gettin’ fifty for them things, uh
i done seen it, buyin’ money, dope case
i done seen it with my cousin out in phoenix
one spot, two n+ggas, ten days down the way
three shirts, two songs, it’s gon’ be a long day
[verse 2: wb nutty]
small town hot as h+ll, i’m debatin’ if i’ma stay
made a k!lling off the tan, but it wasn’t f+ckin’ with that gray
i’m stuck in my ways, i can’t give the game up
i ain’t doin’ hand+to+hands, but i’ll put the pape’ up
black plate full of pup, i got raw in the crib
say your people comin’ down, i’m like what all they tryna get?
n+gga, flip somethin’
f+ck rap, i still can get the hills jumpin’
what’s the pill numbers?
fentanyl, b+tch, i’m tryna k!ll somethin’
burn that b+tch out, then we onto the next
heard he got a rap deal, what he do with his check?
two hundred grams of raw in a new pill press
5k for a verse ’cause n+ggas k!ll for they b+tch, n+gga

[verse 3: babyface ray]
yeah, take a seal, make a pop tint
two+step, n+gga, i don’t dance, but the watch jit
bouncin’ out clean, streets dirty, keep a mopstick
n+gga stayed consistent, got it jumpin’, call it josh smith
n+gga, mind your business
g.o.a.t. tatted on my hand, n+gga, mines was in it
in a different league, yeah, i’m playin’ my division
buy it for the low, sell it high, i swear it’s simple
you don’t want them hitters on your ass, pay your ticket
i’m tellin’ you
n+ggas fake as h+ll and i ain’t buyin’ if you sellin’ it
tsa been trippin’, i can’t risk it, back to mailin’ it
i ain’t lit the weed, saks clerk say she smell that sh+t
got my own money, prince akeem
bad habits, f+ckin’ n+ggas’ hoes, sippin’ lean
dress the glizzy up, longer clips with the beam
before i hit the road for a show, flip a bean

- los wb nutty babyface ray lyrics

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