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letra de glory - babyface ray

[intro]
for fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your h-rn, all the way through town
why? glory, that’s why, glory
we all know little glories, we’re just not good at big glories
yeah

[chorus]
way i’m doin’ this sh-t seem effortless
say i move like i’m workin’ with mexicans
and you look at the dirt and see roses grow
run it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold
wherever i go, yeah, the pole go
young back in the field when the show stop
this money is flyin’, these hoes know
if you don’t know now, you’ll never know

[verse]
you statin’ you federal
you gettin’ it in, you goin’ legit
you startin’ your discipline, you’re having your business, you’re stackin’ your chips
i’m writing my goals down, i’m knockin’ thеm all down, i’m scratchin’ the list
i’m mad that cappin’ exist, ’cause n-ggas bе rappin’ that when they really this
bro mad i ain’t poppin’ my sh-t, but who you know rock it like this who come from the trenches?
all this free game i’m kickin’, quick to go turn on my n-ggas that do it for b-tches
you never had pressure like this, all the deals they be sendin’ is multi-million
i’m glad i was raised by bosses, these n-ggas lost in the sauce keep talkin’ ’bout k!lling
all of the k!llers i know, they don’t even talk, so i’m sayin’ too much right now
“face you a rich-ass n-gga”, but i’ll still sleep in the city, ask y’all jocks
you know it’s chanel for the skele’, i rock with the regular business, just ask [?]
my son, he can’t even talk, but he hop in the back of the benz’, he wave bye-bye
these n-ggas be geekin’ for nan’
last night i had a dream about money
woke up out my sleep thinkin’ the same thing, f-ck it, i’m spendin’ a hunnid (ayy)
n-ggas gon’ put you some cuffs on your main thing
if i’m in your city, she f-ckin’
old school sh-t, i never b-ttoned
n-ggas they hate bein’ [?] (phew)
my reaction in public, i’m thuggin’
still pushin’ p like gunna
ysl on like thug’nem
[?] real, i’m a blood fam
pick the bag up, put the guns down
drop the bags off, put my gun on me
thick ass b-tch, put ones on her
b-tch need to listen, my gun inside
[chorus]
way i’m doin’ this sh-t seem effortless
say i move like i’m workin’ with mexicans
and you look at the dirt and see roses grow
run it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold
wherever i go, yeah, the pole go
young back in the field when the show stop
this money is flyin’, these hoes know
if you don’t know now, you’ll never know

- babyface ray

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