lirik lagu babyface ray - lynch em
[intro]
yeah
whoever done cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes
yeah
ok kmoney
[verse]
i can see him standing in the crowd yelling lynch him (oh yeah)
i could not retire from the streets with a pension (how tf you do that)
whoever done cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes (aight)
bad lil b~tch her taste in fashion is exquisite (i like that)
ugly big b’s it’s ridiculous, it’s funny i can a n~gga main to my mistress (that’s my hoe)
all that talkin down slit his throat like i’m whispers
baby i’m a hoodlum i was raised in the trenches (yeah)
h~ll yeah i’m talking fish scale but where the fishes (where they at)
e light full b~tchs, got your net worth in britches (talm bout)
almost lost it all, threw the ball 4th and inches (wooh)
baby i’m a dog touchdown b~tch let’s get it (let’s get it)
n~ggas grown as h~ll n steal purp and i don’t get (i’m lost)
say you did what back when must of missed it (when you do that)
when i was in the field i ain’t see these n~ggas faces (none of these n~ggas)
b~tch i ain’t trippin, if you trippin its replacements
big woods spread it full wax they think i laced it (yeah)
ignant young n~gga throwing money on the waitress (i’m gonna f~ck her)
oh you think you cut boy you runnin with sheep (crazy)
the only statement that was made, f~ck the police (f~ck em)
counting dead prez why you think it’s called the white house (yeah)
put your hand on baby they gone cuts your f~cking lights out (grraa)
you wanna make some money, baby can you drive my right now (i need you)
everyday a dollar n~gga tell me what your life bout
red pint, red seat, louis with the red feet (red)
touchdowns in the nd, told em i was bandsteve (haha)
i can sell em hands free, i can sell em hands on, i don’t give a f~ck what they say imma stand strong (10 stripes n~gga)
a little in your baggies, put a lil in your purse gives some effort towards that rapper still investing in that work
n~ggas asking what happened brodie stabed me, i was hurt
i’m just finishing my last ones tryna grab some for the first
musta admit god blessed a n~gga, i ain’t really stressing n~gga, babygirl came and she left a n~gga
i don’t want that dope if i can’t stretch it n~gga
drinking texas, countin in a lexus with my texas n~ggas
if hatin’ was a crime they’d arrest these n~ggas, i ain’t do sh~t but wait my turn, just the next one wit it
f~ck the beans i should by a doc and tax with visit
same b~tch curved me tryna f~ck me cause my neck is jiggin
all that f~cking money but i still don’t respect these n~ggas
crying for attention i guess momma was neglecting n~ggas
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