No Limit Soldiers Babyface Ray (Ft. Nice & Team Eastside Lil P)
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[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
My auntie gettin' evicted, I can help you with your kitchen
Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it, do the dishes
Yeah, I'm sippin', never slippin', fuck up chicken, Peter Griffin
In Perrysburg, do the limit, they be trippin', got convicted
Man, I'm grateful when it's bad, could be worse, it get wicked
Man, don't call me 'bout no bag, it's exotic, it's expensive
They gossipin', got my name in they mouth, why is this?
Since they took my nigga Soda, I ain't trustin' shit
I'm a rap nigga and I'm proud of this
I still can pull it out the mud, you know how I get
You know how I do, what you tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor, give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah, i got it with me
Buyin' whites from Fairlane, you can park by Bennys
Nigga, you can't ride this wave, 'cause it's diamonds in it
I'ma pay you full in cash once you find them niggas
[Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P]
Bitch, don't call my phone no more, go fuck that other nigga
VVs drippin' on my neck, what I bought from dealin'
Four-sixty in my pop, that's the cost of livin'
I can't hang with the opps, that's an awkward feeling
I'm like Martin Luther, I got a dream
Used to want to be a hoop star, now I'm sellin' beans
Used to be the best point guard, now I'm pointin' beams
Face say he got a four of Wock', spill it in a cream
Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential
Her ass fat, her hair long, my bitch is beneficial
A fork and some Karo the main two utensils
Big F&H and it's loaded up with missiles
Boy
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
My auntie gettin' evicted, I can help you with your kitchen
Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it, do the dishes
Yeah, I'm sippin', never slippin', fuck up chicken, Peter Griffin
In Perrysburg, do the limit, they be trippin', got convicted
Man, I'm grateful when it's bad, could be worse, it get wicked
Man, don't call me 'bout no bag, it's exotic, it's expensive
They gossipin', got my name in they mouth, why is this?
Since they took my nigga Soda, I ain't trustin' shit
I'm a rap nigga and I'm proud of this
I still can pull it out the mud, you know how I get
You know how I do, what you tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor, give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah, i got it with me
Buyin' whites from Fairlane, you can park by Bennys
Nigga, you can't ride this wave, 'cause it's diamonds in it
I'ma pay you full in cash once you find them niggas
[Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P]
Bitch, don't call my phone no more, go fuck that other nigga
VVs drippin' on my neck, what I bought from dealin'
Four-sixty in my pop, that's the cost of livin'
I can't hang with the opps, that's an awkward feeling
I'm like Martin Luther, I got a dream
Used to want to be a hoop star, now I'm sellin' beans
Used to be the best point guard, now I'm pointin' beams
Face say he got a four of Wock', spill it in a cream
Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential
Her ass fat, her hair long, my bitch is beneficial
A fork and some Karo the main two utensils
Big F&H and it's loaded up with missiles
Boy
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