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babyface ray – rap politics كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
i got ten black cars, at the venue
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into

[verse 1]
a hustler going corporate (for real)
preparation prevent poor performance
pray my karma, it don’t come back on my daughters
ho say she lit up from them cribs, just bring some water
labels sending deals, but i keep turning down they offers
it ain’t bout the money; can’t put that in my coffin
i got the clerk confused, i’m buying cups, no coffee
i’m the chosen one, frozen up
i did hutch and golden sun
got my coins up, like temple run
must not know ’bout yodе run
must not know ’bout randy’s son
wavy boy, the one who ran it up
ain’t signing sh_t, ’til they put my family up (for rеal)
i won’t crack a smile until i’m puttin’ grammy’s up
you just touched your first hunnid? that’s goin’ bad to us
you a friend of me, or enemy?
don’t waste your time try adding me
want these kicks, gotta wait a week
custom goyard baggage me
sorry, but i’m f_ckin’ fans, bad b_tches keep taggin’ me
old n_ggas, they’re sending threats to me ’cause they ain’t next to me
b_tch n_ggas, they think i owe them something but ain’t invest in me
they keep on talking twenty k, decline respectfully
call my phone back_to_back, them bamas got a check for me
you can tell i never had sh_t, i’m driving recklessly
[chorus]
i got ten black cars, at the venue
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into

[verse 2]
from in these streets, to industry
can’t let codeine finish me
don’t let old friends that i cut off tell you that we’re enemies
all these hoes backstage tryna f_ck, must think it’s ten of me
diamonds flashing, boxes gettin’ wrapped up; i’m a christmas tree
rule number one, it ain’t no postin’, and ain’t no kissin’ me
rule number two, don’t tell my business, that’s gon’ get you cut
gotta watch my back, i sent the driver just to pick her up
y’all know i’m a tipper, paid a thousand, just to get the cut
i just d_mn near set the club on fire, bottles lit it up
this sh_t ain’t for you, if you fall off and you can’t get back up (yeah)
lately, i ain’t gotta say too much, to get your b_tch to f_ck
brodie i got flavors, for occasions, ‘face, we kitted up (yeah)
thirty_somethin’ racks later, od camp done did it up
money low? then get it up
need a load? come get with us
hoes choose to swap it with my brodie, that ain’t sh_t to us
i’m in london, say she like my accent, got the sprinter stuck
eating beans, keepin’ lean with me
say she never seen fifty
my rich homeboy say how much to bring with him
i love that b_tch, man, i can’t lie, but never seen with her
got my jeans stuffed, this sh_t too much
gon’ bust the seams in it
[chorus]
i got ten black cars, at the venue
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into
i don’t rap politic, tell me what you into

- babyface ray

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