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letra de basket - daemoney & babyface ray

[intro: daemoney]
walk ’em out
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: daemoney]
money counter jammin’, dirty fanta’s, fifties, rubber-band ’em
started off of plastic, i was state to state, before i travelled
i played the bench for certain n-ggas, now you see me, i overlap ’em
move the spot, this b-tch hot, that’s what you get for over-trappin’
you play with one of mines, that’s the type of sh-t earn you a casket
one second left, pass me the ball, slae made the basket
i’m turnin’ up my status n-ggas worried ’bout, turn up they savage
all my b-tchеs crazy, give ’em perc’ d-ck and i ovеr-slam ’em
i’ve been in this sh-t, could count a twenty with a blindfold
i start my day with lamb truck and end that b-tch off with a rolls
i don’t believe in none of these n-ggas, i seen n-ggas fold
you can say a lot about slae, but never say he bold
ask about the wavy daisy tour, they gon’ say we on
ayy, the ‘tek fresh out the farm, that sh-t good as gold
[verse 2: babyface ray]
my cribs more like the lobby, ask your nose, what’s the fragrance? (i don’t know)
been droppin’ locations, but i ain’t make it, two hours faded (smacked)
step out for a minute, real n-gga conversation (ayy, step out for a minute)
gotta watch what i be sayin’, copyin’ my lingo (for real)
deep in your searches, i ain’t lookin’ for no meme, ho’
last time i cried was when my mama went through chemo (yeah)
cloudy ass chain, tuck it in, but i ain’t deebo (mmm-hmm)
quick to take a ho’, ’cause n-ggas petty, i’m the reaper (i’m turnt)
you can tell me anythin’, i’m stickin’ to the g-code (phew)
bro gotta be a demon, he run to it when he see smoke

- daemoney babyface ray

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