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Artiste : Babyface Ray
Titre : Leaving London
You wanna see me? Gotta pay a fee
You could´ve paid your lil´ rent, you want war with me
Lookin´ full, Bahama´ breeze but I ain´t tryna eat (Nah)

I come through regulatin´ like I´m Warren G (Mm-hmm)
I be swappin´, switchin´ cards, keep maxin´ ´em out (For real)
My homie say he leavin´ London, goin´ back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy, you ain´t fast as the Glock
You know I´m blessed to have the fame, I been laughin´ a lot
We takin´ flights back and forth, I´m tryna get to the show (Yeah)
I almost lost my passport but ain´t forgettin´ the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot, but you ain´t gettin´ the lo´
I´m trippin´, geekin´ off my mind, paid a stack for the ´locs (Stylin´)

Ain´t no pressure or no paper, shooters stack every shot (Come on)
Keep the dirt between the gang, that´s how niggas get mopped (Man)
Raisin´ hell from the East got me feelin´ like mobs
I´m in Paris goin´ off, Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just to serve me the Wock´
Who the fuck you niggas´ jewelers? Somethin´ wrong with your watch
Talkin´ down about the MOB, they hit him all in his top (Yeah)
My neck glisten, hittin´ litty like the fourth of July
You know I´m loyal but I´ma still need more of the guap (I´m loco)
When you chose to live this life, you can´t cry about problems (Never)

Build a label for the mansion then fly out some vibes (Know that)
I´m on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit, I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain´t T.I. (Nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas G.I. (Hitmaker)
I close a deal right by my phone, my lawyer said, "Go"
My kids bein´ disrespectful, keep on callin´ me "G.O.A.T."
I came out it like Ali, they had me all on the ropes (On the ropes)
I´m thankin´ God, should thank my pops, he taught me all that I know
I´m one of one, from the concrete, they watchin´ me grow
I never think I fell off, I´m in the spots where its low

I had to tell him watch his mouth before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with a heart full of gold
You ain´t never strapped yo´ nuts and put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost it all on the stove