You Can't Get a Verse
Babyface Ray
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[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(Jose the Plug)
Yeah
Some shit just be out my hands, man
They be like, "Ray, why you don't be doin' this?
Why you be doin' that?"
You need to focus up, son
[?] fuckin' with you
Nah, nigga, you fuckin' with me, then stop talkin' to me
Broke the law, broke these bitches' hearts, tell me where to start
I ride with poles, super paranoid, pay me like it's art
She left with mine so I dog 'em all, baby left me scarred
I heard you had the bag, lil' nigga, but you dropped the ball
Bro was in the game first, shit, I'm Marc Gasol
I was in it headfirst, I ain't scared at all
I thought we was off the hook, but he brought the dogs
I ain't finna tell you shit, let me get a call
Niggas sendin' hate through the hoes, that's for bitches, ho
I found out you got it right there, I'm Money Mitchin', though
Blue hundreds got on rubber band, I don't Crip at all
I don't really need a bitch for shit but a rental car
I'm runnin' out of patience, heard you runnin' out of paper
Runnin' off on niggas, if I whack you, it's a statement
Whack my baby mama, she keep playin' with my baby
Finally got a plug, just had a meeting with a label
And I don't wanna talk if it ain't M's on the table
Free my nigga G, we counted M's on that table
Rest in peace to Soda, man, he ain't here and that shit crazy
I wanna thank all my old hoes 'cause they made me
Rest in peace to Reek, I ain't forgot about you, baby
They tryna slam my hand like I forgot when niggas hated
(Jose the Plug)
Yeah
Some shit just be out my hands, man
They be like, "Ray, why you don't be doin' this?
Why you be doin' that?"
You need to focus up, son
[?] fuckin' with you
Nah, nigga, you fuckin' with me, then stop talkin' to me
Broke the law, broke these bitches' hearts, tell me where to start
I ride with poles, super paranoid, pay me like it's art
She left with mine so I dog 'em all, baby left me scarred
I heard you had the bag, lil' nigga, but you dropped the ball
Bro was in the game first, shit, I'm Marc Gasol
I was in it headfirst, I ain't scared at all
I thought we was off the hook, but he brought the dogs
I ain't finna tell you shit, let me get a call
Niggas sendin' hate through the hoes, that's for bitches, ho
I found out you got it right there, I'm Money Mitchin', though
Blue hundreds got on rubber band, I don't Crip at all
I don't really need a bitch for shit but a rental car
I'm runnin' out of patience, heard you runnin' out of paper
Runnin' off on niggas, if I whack you, it's a statement
Whack my baby mama, she keep playin' with my baby
Finally got a plug, just had a meeting with a label
And I don't wanna talk if it ain't M's on the table
Free my nigga G, we counted M's on that table
Rest in peace to Soda, man, he ain't here and that shit crazy
I wanna thank all my old hoes 'cause they made me
Rest in peace to Reek, I ain't forgot about you, baby
They tryna slam my hand like I forgot when niggas hated
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