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Artiste : Babyface Ray
Titre : Gallery Dept
[Babyface Ray]
Somebody text Trent, "Hit the Gallery"
Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me

And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon´ laugh at me
Fifty on me neck, fifty on my wrist
I´m roundin´ off, it´s really ninety-six, you little petty bitch
Man, that nigga Face cappin´, he ain´t really from the 6
I´ll slide through minivan, trunk full of (Shh)
Lookin´ for the right shh, tryna find a mix
I don´t really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith
Call my nigga Pucci, I´ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right, they can´t tell me shit, ayy
Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
I be with the Runtz Gang, gave your bitch an edible
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot

Me and Skeddy turned the White into the dopehouse
Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat ´bout
Breakin´ down the bag, I´m at lil´ house
When I go on tour, I´m bringin´ lil´ bro out
Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin´ both routes
Pulled two hundred out a fuckin´ ghost town
Diamonds dancin´, choppers singin´, bitch, it´s Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny
She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, "Record me"
Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape
OVO, Bape, still ain´t met Drake

[Veeze]

Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock´ at?
My bitch don´t never buy no sneakers when she shoppin´
Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas don´t care nothin´ ´bout parties, only combat
I don´t even want the thirty, give me the standard, I can´t hide that
Oh, you wan´ duck and hide? I´ma send them boys to where your mom at
I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc´, I still ain´t high yet
Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don´t play with niggas
Nigga, I don´t pay for bitches
Nigga, I don´t hang with snitches

I´m part of the Navy, nigga
My brother crazy, I tell him to, he´ll kill your babysitter
I was flat broke, Ray was with me
You play with him, you can´t keep livin´
My cup too damn expensive
You spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference
Lil´ nigga keep sneak dissin´, I´m sendin´ Diego to slay your bitches