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peezy & babyface ray - 4 in a fanta lyrics

[intro: babyface ray]
(von classics)
yeah
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: babyface ray]
i’m a young n+gga, real n+gga, drug dealer
d+mn, i’m sorry, mama, i turnt out to be a villain
come f+ck with us or get f+cked over, n+gga, that’s real sh+t
if you know me, you gon’ feel it (yeah)
playin’ ’round with thousand but my mind on the million
i can make a big bankroll just chillin’ (just chillin’)
type of n+gga find a small town and made k!llings
these n+ggas stealin’ my style, they my children
make tough n+ggas calm down, they need ritalin
i don’t wanna hear about a body, you ain’t did it
money ain’t a thing, if it’s there, i go get it
raised in the jungle, all i know is gorillas
gotta stay alert, i can hear the snakes hissin’
all a n+gga see is codiene when i’m p+ssin’ (ayy)
when i come around these f+ck boys, it’s a difference (you see it)
b+tches wanna blow me, big racks in my denim (racks on me, n+gga)
n+ggas tryna be somethin’ they not, it ain’t in ’em
losin’ like a b+tch, fronts up like they winnin’ (yeah, alright)
got a mink vest with a hood for the winter (ayy)
make one call out to cali’ and they send them
[verse 2: g.t.]
ayy
play the game safe, sh+t can get tricky
made seventeen racks first week down at ++++
[?] the tennessee trip, next week, mississippi
after that, atlanta, dirty fanta or a sip
[?] me and ray hop out that i8, tell them life great
hustlin’ over here, we used to struggle, now it’s hot plates
five hundred degrees all day, on the block late
i can tell them n+ggas ain’t gettin’ it ’cause his watch fake
family over everything, but put your money first
fifteen+hundred blues in that b+tch, i know her stomach hurt
bein’ broke feel funny, i don’t know nothin’ worse
and before i go back to that, you’ll be in the dirt
if you scared, go to church, be prepared for the worst
got my hands on some work, got out here and put in work
used to get it off the chirp, up when the birds chirp
up like a motherf+cker jumped in it head first

[verse 3: philthy rich]
yeah
faygo got a three up in it (syrup)
keep droppin’ all these foreigns but they ain’t weekly rented
been ballin’ my jeweler, he highly recommended (yeah)
that jeweler you shoppin’ with lights and suspended
one karat stones in the bracelet
a n+gga take his sh+t, that’s like me with a basic b+tch
see, i was tapin’ bricks, in and out of state with it
yeah, you was takin’ trips but on the buddy pass, b+tch
in my hood, you got to catch a body to be somebody
yeah, you say you want pressure, we gon’ see about it
have you ever seen a million? it’s parked in the lobby
b+tch, don’t stand behind me, stand right beside me
when i’m with the last, don’t except my sip quietly
it’s a lot of hi+tech runnin’ through my body
hit the d with all my ice on, tuck a chain
g.t. say all these other rap n+ggas lame
it’s philth
[verse 4: peezy]
all these other rap n+ggas lame
used to ride the plane with them things, ain’t a thing changed
go to any hood, jump out and let my chain hang
red and white supreme bandana but i don’t g+ngb+ng
i done set a traps, with the roaches and the thousand rats
i done rolled the [?] by myself with a thousand pack
fall off in the club with them goons, where the bottles at?
balenciaga hoodie on my back cost a ounce of crack
livin’ like a king but i’ma die a legend
heard you n+ggas’ worst nightmare is the diamond tester
spend my rap money on the bag, that’s a bright investment
had versache on head to toe when i got arrested
proceed to get a job and learn to stretch it
let a p+ssy n+gga try to rob, put him on the stretcher
i can get you hit from ‘cross town ’cause i got leverage
woke up early, rollin’ out the pound and drunk a eighth for breakfast, boy

- peezy babyface ray lyrics

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