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Artiste : Babyface Ray
Titre : Motown Music
Escomoe, the coolest DJ in the world
Yeah
For real, though, ayy

Ayy, I´m tryna feed the team, but it´s crowded in the kitchen

If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn´t have did it
Ayy, I´m tryna feed the team, but it´s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn´t have did it

Puttin´ mileage on the rental
And when I called out and said "I need you", they ain´t hear me
Niggas screamin´ beef, but really vegan, it ain´t in ´em
I ain´t talked to my nigga G, he still my nigga
I ain´t been spendin´ time with Yell´, he still my nigga
I ain´t seein´ eye-to-eyе with bro, but I ain´t trippin´
I ain´t never quittin´ ´til them millions in my vision

Whеn you walk alone, nigga, you don´t know the feelin´
Weight on my shoulders, I don´t know if I can lift it
And they say you actin´ different
Money got you, here it come
And I come from the city niggas don´t last long
If I´m still in the town, I´m waitin´ ´til the bag gone
Listenin´ to beats countin´ cash with my headphones
Watch that bad bitch walk away when that bread gone
Watch those fake niggas separate when that fame gone
I ain´t talk to Weez in a minute, it´s still gang, though
It was me and Sauce plenty nights watchin´ rain, ho

I bet they tell you, "Face, he ran it up, but he ain´t change, though"

Watch the doors open, suicide watch
Twistin´ too good, you can try not
Smokin´ on a jet, you never been this high
Two things are certain, you born and then you die
In the meantime, I´m countin´, stayin´ fly
You know I´m comin´ back for you, boy, stay alive
Showed a check to my mama, man, she damn near cried
Dropped a bag on her, I can´t get you out my mind
It ain´t about that, fuck it, man, I miss her spendin´ time
Jump out and I walk in, I ain´t gotta stand in line
I don´t allow security, I´m surrounded by the vibes

She´ll sell her soul, I can see it in her eyes
Ooh, it´s rose gold, you ever seen a red sky?
Pay enough cash, you could get a headshot
Nigga tried to snatch my brother, I got up and ran out
That´s how I caught a leg shot, I´m just glad I´m here now
Niggas loved when I was broke, why you actin´ weird now?
All that motherfuckin´ greed, me and Fat Boy fell out
Got a nigga feelin´ crazy, man, you supposed to be here now
That nigga cuz crazy, I just wish he´d hear me out
I just wanna show support, man, I bet you hear me now
Bad hoes used to curve me, I can hear ´em cheerin´ now

Saint Laurent jeans, I don´t do Amiris now
Smokin´ on exotic tryna keep my spirits high
Fucked her and her friend, feel like I´m on Jerry now
Niggas on my line tryna know my whereabouts
I called BOA tryna get a carryout

Ayy, I´m tryna feed the team, but it´s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn´t have did it

Niggas ain´t who they say they is, what you call ´em?
I´ma do whatever for them kids, that´s regardless
Girl, when you gave that pussy up, you left me heartless
Lettin´ ones fly, I ain´t lettin´ tears fallin´

Private shoppin´ in Miami, bought a Chrome Heart joggy
Even back then, we snuck the chrome in the party
Catch a nigga out, paint his tee, Ed Hardy
My four niggas touched down with the bag, Brett Favre
I told my nigga Doo before the deal we was ballin´
All the shit be extras when we hear the label callin´
Niggas be all extra when them fuck niggas log in
Niggas doin´ what when and where? I ain´t saw it
I´ll move the whole damn bag, what you chargin´?
High-class hood nigga, trap like the office
Nigga, put my racks in my coffin
And when them niggas ask, just say Face taught you

Ayy, I´m tryna feed the team, but it´s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, niggas probably wouldn´t have did it

I´ma get this money, stay humble, nigga
I could move wherever, I´m from the jungle, nigga
They love what you doin´, they don´t love you, nigga
Any time I meet a plug, I be pluggin´ niggas
Just to show ´em that it´s love, pop out thuggin´ with ´em
Ain´t around for hard times, but they clubbin´ with you