Testo Nice Guy - Babyface Ray
Testo della canzone Nice Guy (Babyface Ray), tratta dall'album MOB
Yeah, 'Rif
We undefeated with these (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
For real
I ain't used to have shit, so I count when-
I ain't used to have to shit (for real), now, a nigga get everything, man
Still reachin' there (ayy, 'Rif, what the fuck, man? You know what's goin' on with this one)
Shout-out all my niggas gettin' money right now
Uh
I ain't used to have shit, I count it up when I'm bored (yeah)
Beans in the cup holder, chopstick on the floor (yeah)
Locked in, ballin' on 'em, I ain't looked at the score (locked in)
Everfresh cran' apple, see Reke when I pour (rest in peace)
Bought me an ounce and went to post up at the store (for real)
Goyard bag, that's just for the money to hold it (peep)
15 hoes are coming through the back like the owner (come on)
New M8, you can tell it's that from the motor (yeah)
Tired of being the nice guy, overlooking shit
Nigga tried to play it slick once, so we took his shit (for real)
I shouldn't even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking dick, yeah (ha)
I can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the (switch my) blick'
Tired of being the nice guy overlooking shit
Nigga tried to play it slick once, so we took his shit
I shouldn't even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking dick, yeah
I can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the blick'
I got a personal shopper, ain't hit the mall in a while now
Say she squirt, but not on me, put a towel down
Fuck yo' man, I got enough to turn yo' frown around
Fake-ass thugs, ain't on shit, must be Ramadan (uh-huh)
This shit is in me, not on me, shit is on me too (too)
Plenty missions wit' my dawg, I'ma call 'em Scooby (yeah)
It ain't nothin' more important than money, ask Scooter (huh)
Spin the block, we hit him quick, my youngin' jab Judah (yeah)
Money stacked to the ceiling, nigga, grab a ruler
Boy, is you a dealer or a user?
Watch for gold diggers 'cause the bitches be abusin' (huh)
Thinkin' I should take care of her and she don't do shit
Touch one of my loved ones, I'ma lose it (huh)
We can't catch him, hope yo' family movin' (huh)
FBI listenin', shit deeper than music (huh)
Doped up, playin' wit' the dope, I feel like Pooki (yeah)
You know I'm doped up, playin' with the dope, this how I do it
Money counter plugged up, this shit therapeutic (yeah)
I done turned top notch boss, I was a student (for real)
Stole my pop's truck when he left, he never knew it
Should've put me in special-ed, I'm goin' stupid
I ain't mad at you, baby girl
'Cause niggas groupies (I swear)
13 in the basement when I'm in Houston (ha)
Niggas greet me with open arms and I love it (what up, though?)
Seen niggas around me, yeah, I love 'em (love)
I hope you get back up on yo' feet when you fumble (huh)
You know I love things about her, but I don't love her (huh)
Tired of being the nice guy, overlooking shit
Nigga tried to play it slick once, so we took his shit (so we took his sh-)
I shouldn't even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking dick, yeah (pull up suckin')
I can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the blick'
Tired of being the nice guy overlooking shit (tired of this)
Nigga tried to play it slick once, so we took his shit (come on)
I shouldn't even have to ask, baby, pull up sucking dick, yeah (shh)
I can switch my wrist, switch the whip, switch the blick' (switch my, switch my, face my, nigga)
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmad Sharif, Mario Petersen, Leon Krol, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Marcellus Rayvon Register
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