Babyface Ray - Corner Suite lyrics

Yeah uh, uh
Read what the fuck goin' on (Okay, K Money)
Yeah
From this point on, nigga (Live from the)
Call me Face Mob (Live from the) yeah
Back in the corner too with this shit

I hop in at full speed
I'm goin' straight to the top
We got liquor in rotation
Practice breakin' for thots
Every glizzy got a switchy
They can't get 'em from the shop
You ain't spend at least a twenty
I ain't wastin' my time
I hop in at full speed
I'm goin' straight to the top
I got liquor in rotation
Practice breakin' for thots
Every glizzy got a switchy
They can't get 'em from the shop
And they ain't spend at least a twenty
Then I ain't wastin' my time

I see envy whеn they talk
I see hate in they еyes
Man, I hate when that bitch talk
I like her better face down
All that playin', ain't no talkin'
Let the Draco' make sounds
Gotta keep it incognito
Movin' weight through they town (Shh)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, ayy, bendin'
Corners early, swervin', servin'
My young niggas purgin', caution, man
I know you heard me
Sippin' dirty, feelin' like I'm Birdie
Mix it with the Perkies (Turnt)
Sticks on while you workin' get a job
This shit you doin' ain't even worth it
Goin' in like I got motherfuckin' curfew
Money to my auntie
To my nieces and my nephews
Once you play it wrong, I'ma dead you
I left your ass on read too
Granny say, "Why you always got red juice?"
White paint, seats red too
All my racks is blue all y'all raps is cap
Got the dice, shook and threw a net
Phone beatin', know who got the hookup
Feel like Blue and Black (Face Mob)
Oh, many chains, they like "Dang, boy
Don't you rap?"
Don't attach 'em to my name, man
These lames tryna hold me back
I just left the country, I went shoppin'
Spent like forty racks
Soon as I touch back, I did a show
I made that forty back (Right back)
Hit a nigga DM, I'm a demon
Where your shorty at?
Made that lil' bitch cut his water off
I'm drinkin' all of that (Haha)
Chill nigga, coupe chill too
The roof be fallin' back (Shh)
Ballin' on 'em
They don't stand a chance with they sorry ass
These niggas chasin' rich niggas
Like the bitches bitch, it's tinted
Why don't you give me head in it? You a vixen
If I was broke, I wouldn't crack a joke
I'd try to fix it (Get money)
I'm tryna figure out if this shit
Fact or this shit fiction (Fact or fiction)
Marble on my Phew, marble on my kitchen
(Marble on my kitchen) lV on my white lows
Why would I come kick it?
(Why would I come?)
Told her "Keep it clean, keep it scentless
Keep it sticky" (O oh)
I still rock Givenchy with the dogs
This shit vintage make it rain on a lame-ass
Rapper and kill his envy
Place an order for ten thousand
Fake beans since they gremlins
Flip it, flip, flip again, yeah
I'm a gymnast
I can grant your wishes, I'm like, "Timmy
What you thinking?"
Phone won't stop ringing (Uh, uh)
Jewels won't stop blinging (Uh, uh)
I ain't gon' tell you no lies
I either done or seen it
Hard to keep it low, my engine screamin'
Hood rich like Keemer
Bought my bitch a beamer
Know you seen it, all her diamonds Fiji
(Water) all my niggas made men
Fuck do y'all be thinkin'?
You get money, oh
Really? They think I'm from Cleveland
(Oh, really?)
I'm up with the sharks and I'm Willie Beamen
(With the sharks)
Cups pink, Killa Cam and I really mean it
(And I really mean it)

Yeah, yeah
Can I get my wings? Can I get my wings?
Free PB right here i don't charge
I get my shit up you been recording this?
Step on the head of Lucifer like I'm Michael
I done went toe to toe, I'm not excited
I done stepped all in the party
I'm not invited

I could hit 'em with the touch
I did not Midas
I can feel it in my gut, I did not
But the devil, you lied to me
Tried to be the man, I tried to be
Man, fuck the devil, you lied to me
Tried to be the man, I tried to be