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letra de wavy crete - babyface ray & lil yachty

[intro: lil yachty & babyface ray]
(i just need my sp-ce right now)
yeah, this sh-t don’t sh-t, still goin’
pour my cup and sh-t still flowin’ (uh, yeah)
it’s us (yeah)
this sh-t don’t sh-t, still goin’ (this sh-t ain’t [?], n-gga, you know?)
she still waitin’, she need to stop
it’s us

[verse 1: babyface ray & lil yachty]
two c’s, two cups in a old school with a new sl-t (for real)
barry bonds juiced up, right left wrist (d-mn) that’s a new truck (right wrist)
bad b-tches, rich n-ggas, crew love, she don’t know who to f-ck (she don’t know)
louis timbs, booted up, get her some, now she wanna shoot me up (now she wanna, d-mn)
yeah, flip words, flip cane, roof flippin’, ridin’ down biscayne
turnt but ain’t sh-t change big pistol make a n-gga limp strange
man, you know this sh-t crazy, n-ggas get some money and ’em get lame (yeah)
get money, f-ck fame (d-mn), i got more than n-ggas with a big name (okay)
n-ggas call me big bro, keep the b-tch from ’round me or she gettin’ crushed
grown man, n-gga, hush, plain jane cost more than yo’ bust

[verse 2: lil yachty & babyface ray]
new benz, old benz, same friends, new grin on my mouth
big crib, same addy, push up on me, shoot a n-gga’ right dead in his mouth
big steppa, who me? i ain’t tryna be n0body top three
good hoes gone wild, off top, this sh-t ain’t nothin’ to me (okay)
caddy v, supercharged, hit the pedal, sh-t hits like el debarge
late night, high roller, six figures posted up at the mirage
geekin’ with a superstar, trust fund baby, just wanna suck the ball (okay)
ten chains, in the hood burnin’ rubber, know a n-gga lookin’ like a god
y’all be droppin’ tape after tape after tape, time to go get a job
know this sh-t make these n-ggas sick, lil’ miles will never stop (yeah, yeah-yeah)
[verse 3: babyface ray & lil yachty]
most of my n-ggas deal or rob, dead pres’ make a n-gga feel alive (that’s a fact)
n-ggas back to back in traffic, me, doggy ridin’ like ricky bobby
how you slime get slimed? f-ck n-gga, come and get in with the mob (what’s the issue?)
in the coupe talkin’ to a god, truth be told, that’s only the n-gga ridin’ (ruff, ruff, ruff)
fill the section up with vibes, when i leave, i told ’em get in single line (yeah)
v6 goin’ loud, had to pour a cup of lean to bring me down (pop it)
these boys live a lie, get it in while these n-ggas gettin’ by (yeah)
f-ck n-ggas talkin’ foul, make a call, we can put ’em in the sky (yeah)

[verse 4: lil yachty]
numbness in my hand, geekin’ on ten, sh-t to the moon (yeah)
hittin’ this b-tch and her friend, i don’t get sprung, i don’t jump brooms (alright)
feel like obama ‘nem ’cause, yes, we can get n-ggas boomed
look like osama ‘nem, my hoe get bored, she can’t leave the room (what?)
f-ck that, n-gga don’t pop it like him, i move like kim, this b-tch gon’ ooze
b-tch wanna play with jewels, big old cuban sit on her b00bs (that’s right)
move around with a short fuse, n-ggas be p-ssy, make ’em pay dues
f-ck all that sack on juice, i like sh-t sealed, i don’t do loose (nah)
and i don’t drink no wine, my b-tch do crimes, i’m moving like slime
hoe said i said i love her, i must have been lyin’, that b-tch ain’t mine (yeah)
diamonds all over my arms, just me and face, that’s really my kind
these n-ggas ain’t my kin, yeezy sh-t, i’m a don

- babyface ray lil yachty

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