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Victor Victor Presents, Babyface Ray - 200
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Текст песни: We live right now, ****, shut up
You know what the fuck goin' on when it come to me, out loud, ****
Most wanted, **** (She heard me)
Most wanted, for real
Yeah
Everything two hundred, everything two
Everything two hundred, everything two
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Driveway look like a video shoot, **** (Video shoot in this bitch)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Everything two hundred, everything two
Driveway look like a video shoot, ****
Move the cones, move the ropes, let me in
In my waist is a FN, out with me, gang, and her friends
Wasting no business, stick a briefcase in his hand
Residential street feel like a freeway in this land (Freeway in this bitch)
Beat the corner down like I'm D.K. Metcalf, **** (Fuck on)
Keep a honor roll, you know I ride S-Class, ****
Told them hoes both come 'cause I couldn't make my mind up (Couldn't make my mind)
Tellin' the Lord, forgive me, did shit I ain't proud of
****, I been on go since Gucci snakes on collars
Huh, put it on better than her, man, I had to fire the stylist (Mhm)
My young **** fourteen told me to catch him, we givin' 'em hurt
Brother seen a **** in light, he told me to give him a lighter (Burnt)
Fifty more K for the kit and that's just makin' her wider (The hips, ****)
Limo' tint on the whip, and that's for the bitch to hide (Your bitch, ****)
****, I'ma leave when I want, right now, I'm buyin' the titles (I'm trippin')
Trackhawk made from sellin' dope and runnin' from sirens
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything two hundred, two dollars)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Deuces)
Driveway look like a video shoot, ****
Everything two hundred, everything two (Bitch, yeah)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Two mob)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Driveway look like a video shoot, **** (Mhm)
Hatin'-ass ****, that's what keep me goin' (Look)
Driveway look like a **** wrote a treatment for it
I wouldn't put your chain on my lil' three year-old
I'm not comin' back 'til everything is sold (Come back 'til everything gone)
I'm goin' hard in the paint and then I finger roll (Finger roll)
Ho tryna play with the mob, she'll lose this pink toe
You know I like to scout whatever you drinkin' on (What you want?)
If you lit when you leave the house, you better keep it on
**** be fake, snakes, slime, actin' like they hands you back
Know I'm one of one, rare, somethin' she ain't never have before
Woke up out my coma, I was lookin' for the antidote
Told her, "Lean the seat back," playin' with her camel toe
When the drought season comes, we the ones who have the dope (Yeah)
In the coupe, headed to the bank, I ain't laughin', though (Coupe)
Broke **** fucked it up, I ain't puttin' Lanvins off
Why would I go buy a Jacob when I could put a Patek on? (Why would I go?)
I just put my Patek on (Just put my), I just put my Patek on (Patek)
Why would a **** think he fuckin' with me when I already had his ho? (Nah)
300 G's stuffed in the soup I'm servin', shit, my daddy know (Daddy)
Ridin' with my lil' demon, got more hats than Auntie Patty now
Everything two hundred, everything two
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Driveway look like a video shoot, **** (A video)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (You all know it)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Mob, Mob)
Driveway look like a video shoot, ****
Know what the fuck goin' on
You know what the fuck goin' on when it come to me, out loud, ****
Most wanted, **** (She heard me)
Most wanted, for real
Yeah
Everything two hundred, everything two
Everything two hundred, everything two
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Driveway look like a video shoot, **** (Video shoot in this bitch)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Everything two hundred, everything two
Driveway look like a video shoot, ****
Move the cones, move the ropes, let me in
In my waist is a FN, out with me, gang, and her friends
Wasting no business, stick a briefcase in his hand
Residential street feel like a freeway in this land (Freeway in this bitch)
Beat the corner down like I'm D.K. Metcalf, **** (Fuck on)
Keep a honor roll, you know I ride S-Class, ****
Told them hoes both come 'cause I couldn't make my mind up (Couldn't make my mind)
Tellin' the Lord, forgive me, did shit I ain't proud of
****, I been on go since Gucci snakes on collars
Huh, put it on better than her, man, I had to fire the stylist (Mhm)
My young **** fourteen told me to catch him, we givin' 'em hurt
Brother seen a **** in light, he told me to give him a lighter (Burnt)
Fifty more K for the kit and that's just makin' her wider (The hips, ****)
Limo' tint on the whip, and that's for the bitch to hide (Your bitch, ****)
****, I'ma leave when I want, right now, I'm buyin' the titles (I'm trippin')
Trackhawk made from sellin' dope and runnin' from sirens
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything two hundred, two dollars)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Deuces)
Driveway look like a video shoot, ****
Everything two hundred, everything two (Bitch, yeah)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Two mob)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Driveway look like a video shoot, **** (Mhm)
Hatin'-ass ****, that's what keep me goin' (Look)
Driveway look like a **** wrote a treatment for it
I wouldn't put your chain on my lil' three year-old
I'm not comin' back 'til everything is sold (Come back 'til everything gone)
I'm goin' hard in the paint and then I finger roll (Finger roll)
Ho tryna play with the mob, she'll lose this pink toe
You know I like to scout whatever you drinkin' on (What you want?)
If you lit when you leave the house, you better keep it on
**** be fake, snakes, slime, actin' like they hands you back
Know I'm one of one, rare, somethin' she ain't never have before
Woke up out my coma, I was lookin' for the antidote
Told her, "Lean the seat back," playin' with her camel toe
When the drought season comes, we the ones who have the dope (Yeah)
In the coupe, headed to the bank, I ain't laughin', though (Coupe)
Broke **** fucked it up, I ain't puttin' Lanvins off
Why would I go buy a Jacob when I could put a Patek on? (Why would I go?)
I just put my Patek on (Just put my), I just put my Patek on (Patek)
Why would a **** think he fuckin' with me when I already had his ho? (Nah)
300 G's stuffed in the soup I'm servin', shit, my daddy know (Daddy)
Ridin' with my lil' demon, got more hats than Auntie Patty now
Everything two hundred, everything two
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Driveway look like a video shoot, **** (A video)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Everything)
Everything two hundred, everything two (You all know it)
Everything two hundred, everything two (Mob, Mob)
Driveway look like a video shoot, ****
Know what the fuck goin' on
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