lirik lagu babyface ray – tap in
[intro]
(thank you fizzle)
[chorus]
when i touchdown you better tap in (yeah)
look, i been stacking up them backends (stacking ’em up), yeah
i wanna cut, girl, f~ck a lap dance (i don’t need no lap dance, n~gga, i wanna f~ck some’)
we in the field, i ain’t got rap friends (for real)
i’m only here to speak the facts, yeah
[verse 1]
got it out the mud, ask my neighbors, he’ll tell you (yeah)
you gon’ be a star, teachers thought i was a failure (what?)
valet park the foreign, how i’m living got ’em jealous (they mad)
i can’t trust these n~ggas, bring it to me, let me scalе it (yup)
how is n~ggas broke? n~gga find you something, sell it (somеthing)
i wanna drive ’em in, but the safest route is mail it (safe)
stand right in yo’ mama kitchen, cookin’ like i’m melvin (look)
this sh~t ’bout guns and b~tter, lil’ n~gga didn’t i tell you?
we ain’t doing petty deals, you got me f~cked up (f~cked up)
the right work, the right time’ll have you turnt up (will have you turnt)
boy i’m from the dirty glove, they don’t give a f~ck (mm~mm)
dice in the locker room had me missing lunch (shh)
i’m with gang still
good dope and pain pills
independent, i done gave deals
i’ma remain real (facts)
she gon’ tat my name on her face, i got her drank sealed (ooh)
i’ma spread this cake in yo’ face, i know how ike feel
chain got a light bill
k with the knife still
james harden step back and shoot him with the left hand
every time they see me i’m with red like meth’ man
if she ain’t f~cking first night, on sight, get her best friend (come on)
[chorus]
(thank you fizzle)
when i touchdown you better tap in
look i been stacking up them backends, yeah
i wanna cut, girl, f~ck a lap dance (nah)
we in the field, i ain’t got rap friends (for real)
i’m only here to speak the facts, yeah
[verse 2]
it was barneys, saks, neiman’s in a row
hit miami, put yo’ boo in a ghost
who is him?
you ain’t heard of face? fool he the goat
she wanna f~ck me face to face, so i can hold her by the throat
carti’ shades to block the sun, whites whiter then the pope
i can’t f~ck with gnats no more ’cause them b~tches do the most
she got drunk and bought her friend, now i’m cheatin’ on ’em both
they woke up and cooked me breakfast, once i ate i told ’em go
all these drugs got me noited, if he move brodie blow
totin’ sticks like cowboys, welcome to the rodeo
peep the 10’s ovo’s
i got twenty on me though (uh)
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