Babyface Ray - All Star Team lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - All Star Team lyrics]
I just need my space right now
I'm an all-star team, far from a rookie
Look, we graveyard shiftin', I
Don't rock, nigga, fuck it
Mr rock-A-Plain Jane but
The Audemar's stompin'
I was always taught, "Boy
You better shoot if you gon' up it"
You could smell the za in Chanel
Finna blow a bag you can't be like me if you
Ain't never worked the scale
I'm a couple houses down
I'm just waitin' on the mail
I'll break his bitches, front row
Still yellin'
Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle
I'm God's son, but it's Demons on the Chally
Niggas think it's sweet 'til they
Stinkin' in that alley
Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a fifty
Spent a whole ten
Bust some sneakers out of Ricky
They let 'em play tough 'til it's
Time to do a mission
I ain't tryna kick it, I don't wanna talk
Eighty-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft
Forty on a necklace
That's just how I thank God
Had my young nigga chase him down Tayshaun
She thirsty
Got her playin' with it on FaceTime (yeah)
I'm standin' on the couch, smokin'
Throwin' gang signs
The vision gettin' clearer
In a different lane now
The Perkies for the trauma
It just numb the pain now
You was in the back, but you do your thing
Huh? You fuck bro, can't fuck
Me, don't feel ashamed, ma
I cut her off and made her
Settle for a lame guy
I flew her to an island
Damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin' and he cookin' dope
Out the same pot
From the trenches, I'm the same nigga
Little fame now
The coupe so fast, you can dodge a raindrop
Nigga actin' so bad
He done got his main robbed
Ayy, how you mad at me? We
Come from the same spot fuck 'em
I'll cut 'em down like I threw a spade out
Woke up fresh as hell like I had it laid out
First I went through hell
But I'm gettin' paid now
Poured it out the seal
Couldn't find a baby bottle
All my niggas trappin'
Somethin' like my baby mamas
Yeah, I fuck up a check
I won't even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin' hard? 'Cause
A nigga hate the bottom
I'm an all-star team, far from a rookie
Look, we graveyard shiftin', I
Don't rock, nigga, fuck it
Mr rock-A-Plain Jane but
The Audemar's stompin'
I was always taught, "Boy
You better shoot if you gon' up it"
You could smell the za in Chanel
Finna blow a bag you can't be like me if you
Ain't never worked the scale
I'm a couple houses down
I'm just waitin' on the mail
I'll break his bitches, front row
Still yellin'
Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle
I'm God's son, but it's Demons on the Chally
Niggas think it's sweet 'til they
Stinkin' in that alley
Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a fifty
Spent a whole ten
Bust some sneakers out of Ricky
They let 'em play tough 'til it's
Time to do a mission
I ain't tryna kick it, I don't wanna talk
Eighty-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft
Forty on a necklace
That's just how I thank God
Had my young nigga chase him down Tayshaun
She thirsty
Got her playin' with it on FaceTime (yeah)
I'm standin' on the couch, smokin'
Throwin' gang signs
The vision gettin' clearer
In a different lane now
The Perkies for the trauma
It just numb the pain now
You was in the back, but you do your thing
Huh? You fuck bro, can't fuck
Me, don't feel ashamed, ma
I cut her off and made her
Settle for a lame guy
I flew her to an island
Damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin' and he cookin' dope
Out the same pot
From the trenches, I'm the same nigga
Little fame now
The coupe so fast, you can dodge a raindrop
Nigga actin' so bad
He done got his main robbed
Ayy, how you mad at me? We
Come from the same spot fuck 'em
I'll cut 'em down like I threw a spade out
Woke up fresh as hell like I had it laid out
First I went through hell
But I'm gettin' paid now
Poured it out the seal
Couldn't find a baby bottle
All my niggas trappin'
Somethin' like my baby mamas
Yeah, I fuck up a check
I won't even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin' hard? 'Cause
A nigga hate the bottom