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letra de donda bag - babyface ray

[intro]
that—that’s, uh, just about a golden rule in the [?]
it’s not about money
i just need my sp-ce right now

[chorus]
my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (yeah)
double-park, they let me through the back, i got my hoes with me (my hoes with me)
ayo, mcm be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (f-ck ’em)
i tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ’cause he keep drinkin’ green (nah)
i told my ex-b-tch “you can’t get back with me, i’m too far for that” (no)
dumb sh-t, all i’m countin’, i’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (mine)
buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
these n-ggas, they sound like a laundromat (spin)
come too back on black, the windshield’s black, i’ve been in my donda bag

[verse 1]
ayy, the places that we stayed in, i don’t record, i don’t get no kind of bags
i called her with my shorty, “how you feelin’?” “‘face, it’s different, love”
how you love me, baby? that sh-t crazy, we don’t kiss and hug
pulled up in your city, thought ’bout you, that’s why i hit you up
i’m gon’ give you game and take this pic, i better not let you up
just linked up in a mansion, bring the b-tches, i’m gon’ get the drugs
ayy, boy, i’ve been on one, pushin’ p, i used to skip to f-ck
i just charged you n-ggas, just to come and watch me mix it up
left, right, or candy can, i put m’s on everythin’ (uh-huh)
off-white look like dairy queen, rollie’s watchin’, every sleeve
she gon’ hit her knees for me, think she wanna marry me
who decides worth of us? i put up amiri jeans
took a yellow, then took off, sh-t look like a spirit plane
why you take my dawg from me? i don’t even feel the same
man, i got a lot to lose and i got some m’s to gain
let me just get out your way, n-ggas playin’ insta games
wavy how i’m livin’, that’s my gang and my business name
i still dump out neck, but my mama bought my kids a chain
all this f-ckin’ ice on this sh-t, you think my wrist is sprayin’ (woo)
freaky-ass want a purple shower, i be p-ssin’ rain
[chorus]
ayy, my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (yeah)
double-park, they let me through the back, i got my hoes with me (my hoes with me)
ayo, mcm be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (f-ck ’em)
i tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ’cause he keep drinkin’ green (nah)
i told my ex-b-tch “you can’t get back with me, i’m too far for that” (no)
dumb sh-t, all i’m countin’, i’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (mine)
buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
these n-ggas, they sound like a laundromat (spin)
come too back on black, the windshield’s black, i’ve been in my donda bag

[verse 2]
i ride out the foreign to a foreign, i ain’t even tryna brag
i done bossed my level up, it’s hard to see you eye to eye
had to bring security, grab these bags when i be tryin’ to shop
i’ve been knockin’ b-tches, but it’s better with her diamond watch
better when it’s off the mud, it’s a ‘vert to top us up (yeah)
i got sh-t on both my wrists, for times they tried to lock me up (mmm-hmm)
now i ain’t know this codeine burn the seats, and i just got the truck
if he smoke a wart to them people, he is not with us (not at all)
why you actin’ like you really active and be outside? (actin’)
you can suck a baddie, f-ck a lame and left me traumatized (wow)
you ain’t gotta ask me if it’s family, then i’m down to ride (mmm-hmm)
i just pray that n-ggas keep it on ’em, ’cause i got mine

[chorus]
ayy, my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (yeah)
double-park, they let me through the back, i got my hoes with me (my hoes with me)
ayo, mcm be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (f-ck ’em)
i tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ’cause he keep drinkin’ green (nah)
i told my ex-b-tch “you can’t get back with me, i’m too far for that” (no)
dumb sh-t, all i’m countin’, i’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (mine)
buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
these n-ggas, they sound like a laundromat (spin)
come too back on black, the windshield’s black, i’ve been in my donda bag

- babyface ray

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