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babyface ray - pink 10s كلمات الأغنية

[intro: babyface ray & est gee ]
coach me joey
yeah, yeah, yeah, what up babyface?
yeah
yeah, feeling fine
(i feel amazing)
in general

[chorus: babyface ray]
ayy, pink 10s, bring a friend, burberry peacoat, we tense (look)
thinking back to ’08, street spins
i done got grown now, f_ck rims (f_ck ’em)
condo big enough to put a home in (boy)
girl that p_ssy good enough to make the song, yeah (ooh)
perky got us f_ckin’ like we on the slow jam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘member i was f_cked up so i hit the [?]

[verse 1: babyface ray]
n_gga go and get it, you know i don’t hold hands
what’s a grown man?
know i ain’t going broke like joc, b_tch it’s going down (down)
know i’ma need a stick, ma i’m sorry, i can’t cut no rock
ghost is outside of the mansion, it’s a hauntеd house (what)
tell ’em i need a dimе or i ain’t coming out (i ain’t coming out)
know how you met the plug ’cause he ain’t running out (f_ck)
i went inside the club and made a money pile
when money on they head, the gunners run ’em down
[interlude: babyface ray & est gee]
hit ’em up and go head and pull up, i got the money now, yeah
just let the counter run it, love the money sound
hand c_ck that sh_t in they face ray, they actin’ funny style, yeah
went through the money counter, let me thumb it now
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: babyface ray]
she drunk in love and i don’t even drink, wintertime mink
soul sn_tchin’, man that b_tch a thief, she done stole me
if it ain’t money, it don’t move me, that’s the whole thang (that’s the whole thang)
b_tch i’m with the winning circle, we a gold ring (we a)
gold bottles, gold chains, feel like master p (uh)
no limit to this sh_t so what you saying to me? (what you saying?)
i seen my favorite rapper, he a fan of me (fan)
i’m blowing through miami in an amg
yeah i rap, but brody play the keys, make lil mama sing
n_ggas lame, they just got some money, you should f_ck with me
i want a better life for the fam, n_ggas wanna beef
still on the ‘gram, i done hit every one of these (everyone)
countin’ for everybody, break the lease
run the streets like dope boys, i got coppers chasing me
yeah it’s k!llers and robbers in the function, they with me
i touched down, got it sold, in the morning i’ma leave

[verse 3: est gee]
sh_t is tragic, said they got a hundred on e (a hundred on e)
i was laughing all in traffic, out in cali, in a sleeve
i was fresh out of my teens with a hundred_fifty piece
f_ck i look like signing for a hundred_fifty g’s? (the f_ck i look like?)
listening to rappers, wasn’t much i couldn’t believe (nothing i couldn’t believe)
i ain’t into rap beef, and it’s an issue, drop the cheese
i’ma hit her til she knock kneed off these rp’s
we at top speed, who pulling over? not me (skrrt, skrrt)
we gon’ high speed, opps bleed, get you switch keys
feel like eight bands, pocket full of pre_bag [?]
look like wheat thins, black tar, with [?]
make the h tan, n_ggas broke living in the past, they can’t think ahead
opps slid through the block and never slide again (and never slide again)
i don’t send shots on instagram, i shoot at n_gga’s friends (shoot at n_gga’s friends)
geesky put the city in a twist, he tryna make a dread
i’ma put some titties on that b_tch and make an onlyfans
we at yo’ mans and you jumped in and made a package deal, rich before my rapper deal
blue bands, this sh_t like a loose ten, i’m a made man
i ain’t gotta move another gram, on my mama
[outro: est gee]
fifty_five hundred, est gee
big boss, pink 10, blue bands, you know wassup
big g n_gga

- babyface ray

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