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letra de me, wife & kids - babyface ray

me, wife & kids lyrics
[intro]
this n-gga, man
every day, i hear babyface ray, who the f-ck is this n-gga?
h-llo?
ayy

[verse 1]
you know i go hard ’cause i got habits (yeah)
i got status (yeah)
i don’t know if the love real or not (love fake)
pain pills explain it all, i don’t feel a lot (uh-uh)
oh, you thug? f-ck your bodies, n-gga still’ll die
i’ma tell you like this, they gon’ give me respect (real)
bring the real ones back, let’s k!ll all the rats
take the tris off the market, need a seal of the act’ (seal of the act’)
you ain’t really gotta flex when you livin’ like that (when you livin’ likе that)

[chorus]
blowin’ money fast, still ain’t hit my lit (still ain’t hit my)
crash, hop up out it, got me jumpin’ the fеnce (i’m gone)
it ain’t all good, but it is what it is (it is what it is)
bought it six times, me, wife, and the kids (no cap)
rap game, trap cool, off-white brick
whip, whip, rip, had to ice my wrist (had to ice my wrist)
took it out of bounds just to fight my pit (yeah)
just to get to me, she gon’ eat my b-tch (she gon’ eat my b-tch)
[verse 2]
this money been turnin’ me evil, i can’t lie (nah)
pull up, scratch off with a bag like takeout
i can’t slow down, i’m cuttin’ the brake line
sh-t just like a robbery, n-gga, just stay down (yeah)
stash in the foreign, i’m feelin’ like james bond
brodie, you can eat, just long as i make mine (ah)
she can get whatever, just long as she ain’t lyin’ (ah)
gang watch your crib, you know you can’t waste mine
motor city, tell the truth, who f-ckin’ with me?
reaper come and get you, n-gga, neo couldn’t duck these switches
when the bosses talkin’, lil’ n-gga, mind your f-ckin’ business
goyard tote all blue, stuff a hundred in it
year ’round, we been grindin’ like the summer ended (for real)
hate playin’ stepdad, i been sonnin’ n-ggas
could be the paper or the percs, i been f-ckin’ itchin’
stay true, tell it how it is, so they love a n-gga (yeah)

[chorus]
blowin’ money fast, still ain’t hit my lit
crash, hop up out it, got me jumpin’ the fence (yeah)
it ain’t all good, but it is what it is
bought it six times, me, wife, and the kids (real)
rap game, trap cool, off-white brick (off-white brick)
whip, whip, rip, had to ice my wrist (whip, whip, whip)
took it out of bounds just to fight my pit
just to get to me, she gon’ eat my b-tch (she gon’ eat my b-tch)
[verse 3]
just to get to me, they gon’ play—
what? hmm? yeah
ayy, just to get to me, she gon’ eat my b-tch
stay down, you gon’ come up, n-gga (for real)
big glizzy, can’t run up, n-gga
they sn-tch you, just shut up
blood on the money, pack still gettin’ cut up
i just bought an oldie, at the shop gettin’ done up (yeah)
nah, i ain’t trap, i’m just movin’ off survival
tryna figure out how to sell the church bibles
hustlin’ for real, man, this sh-t in my veins
all that movin’ loose, you gon’ end up a stain (n-gga)
twenty-five years, brodie still in the game
i told him put the bag down, he say that’s how he get paid
he tryna find his way out, you know that sh-t like a maze
since i lost my n-gga snoopy, ain’t been feelin’ the same

[chorus]
blowin’ money fast, still ain’t hit my lit (hit my)
crash, hop up out it, got me jumpin’ the fence (i’m gone)
it ain’t all good, but it is what it is (it is what it is)
bought it six times, me, wife, and the kids (no cap)
rap game, trap cool, off-white brick
whip, whip, rip, had to ice my wrist (had to ice my wrist)
took it out of bounds just to fight my pit (yeah)
just to get to me, she gon’ eat my b-tch (she gon’ eat my b-tch)
[outro]
h-llo?
man, how you, how you don’t know who that is?
bro, you know i don’t
n-gga, i’m not tuned into n0body but the people that i f-ck with on the regular, bro
you trippin’, didn’t they tell, didn’t they tell who he was?
what they told you ’bout him when they was tellin’ you ’bout him?
n-gga, all i know, this n-gga from detroit somewhere or somewhere he rap like that
what you heard ’bout him?

- babyface ray

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