Correction Paroles Touchdown par Babyface Ray

Featuring(s) : Murda Beatz & Peezy

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[Babyface Ray]
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah

[Babyface Ray]
Matty Boy Vans cost a stack, how you comin'?
Live a thug life, I should tat it on my stomach
Key to this shit gettin' money, stayin' humble
Ten bitches with me, finna have a Royal Rumble
Ayy, ten niggas with me and they all about some paper, nigga
Better be cautious in the water, alligator city
I was bein' patient, never hated, yeah, I waited, nigga
All towards the paper, these days, conversations different
Ayy, Murda on the beat
Baby Draco on the seat, man, it's murder in the street
Need a sports agent, thirty-thirty on the sleeve
Dick-suck niggas tryna join a nigga team
Where was you?
I was in the gym all night tryna get this shit together like I hoop
Livin' proof
I was workin' overtime
These niggas playin', I was tryna feed the crew, nigga

[Peezy]
My up and they up, that ain't the same
Took the 'Dweller off, put on a prez', this ain't the same kit
I was down bad in the trap wearin' the same shit
Now a t-shirt cost a stack 'cause it ain't shit
I don't know how to make memes, so I make flips
I don't take shit from no bitch, I'm a real pimp
My niggas sell cocaine and they take hits
Your bitch got a lot of mouth and can't take dick
Used to reup with my connect once a month
Now I'm ridin' through the ghetto tryna 'vest this shit or somethin'
Call an Instagram model, tell her let's get into somethin'
All a nigga do is work like I'm Mexican or somethin', yeah

Two-four-seven-three-six-six, thick bitch
Say she wanna fuck, made her suck dick, touch this
Keep it plain, only factory can touch this
Heavy load, creative control, nigga, come quick
It's a scope on the AR like we hunt shit
Fuck rap, I'll get back on that one shit
This my life, trill spill, I don't stunt, bitch
Touch down, every town, we don't punt, bitch
[Peezy]
Twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands, that ain't shit to me
Hit your bitch with my mask on, trick or treat
Green beam on the chopper like a Christmas tree
Three diamond links on, forty cent a piece
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a G
Took a thousand G7s down to Tennessee
Big Rollie on my wrist when I lift the sleeve
Copped a 2020 Benz when I hit the streets
Make my bitch pull a bitch, I ain't gotta cheat
Put them niggas out of business 'cause I got it cheap
Stop lyin', boy, you finished, you can't lie to me
All I talk 'bout is numbers like the lottery
Oh shit

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