Babyface Ray - Fuck Summer Jamz lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - Fuck Summer Jamz lyrics]
Lil' freak bitch, eat this dick up
Shoot me down the way, I gotta make a pick-up
Ninety day grind, nigga, get your chips up
In Atlanta
Me and 80 servin' P's off the Fisker
The way the jewelry dance
Bitches wanna tip us
Got the spot jammin' all fuckin' summer
How they miss us? Faggot ass Chauncey
Why don't you come and hook these grit's up?
My homeboys comin' from that way
They tryna get some
I used to bleed the road, damn, I miss my job
State trooper sittin' right there, baby
Look alive
Unc' named his clothing line Granny
He be whoopin' pies
Took her on a spa day in
The Benz 'cause the coupe massage
Call me Van Damme, nigga, where the action?
Broke boys don't ever shop with
Me because a nigga taxin'
We got brown and white
That's that Michael Jackson
Hustle game like an SRT, I be tryna lap 'em
Like a cancer patient, we want all the smoke
Nickname Lil Meeky Monday
We move all the dope
Bitches call me crazy, never call me broke
She just mad 'cause I don't fall
For shit these niggas fallin' for
Fake ass rap niggas, fake ass trap nigga
Give me the cash for it then
I'll be back with it
Fuck an iPhone, I sell dope on my jack, nigga
Fuck a nine to five, I run
Up racks in that time, nigga
Mama say a nigga actin' funny (Huh?)
I can't even talk
I'm navigating through Kentucky
(I'll call you right back)
They know I'm racked up so bitches love me
First I get the head and bust a nut
Don't even touch me
My side ho know about my main ho
Both of them confused 'cause I treat
'em like the same ho
Gucci ease the pain, never rainbow
Blue hundreds on me, lil' bitch
Who I'ma change for?
Call me Van Damme, nigga, where the action?
Broke boys don't ever shop with
Me because a nigga taxin'
We got brown and white
That's that Michael Jackson
Hustle game like an SRT, I be tryna lap 'em
Like a cancer patient, we want all the smoke
Nickname Lil Meeky Monday
We move all the dope
Bitches call me crazy, never call me broke
She just mad 'cause I don't fall
For shit these niggas fallin' for
Shoot me down the way, I gotta make a pick-up
Ninety day grind, nigga, get your chips up
In Atlanta
Me and 80 servin' P's off the Fisker
The way the jewelry dance
Bitches wanna tip us
Got the spot jammin' all fuckin' summer
How they miss us? Faggot ass Chauncey
Why don't you come and hook these grit's up?
My homeboys comin' from that way
They tryna get some
I used to bleed the road, damn, I miss my job
State trooper sittin' right there, baby
Look alive
Unc' named his clothing line Granny
He be whoopin' pies
Took her on a spa day in
The Benz 'cause the coupe massage
Call me Van Damme, nigga, where the action?
Broke boys don't ever shop with
Me because a nigga taxin'
We got brown and white
That's that Michael Jackson
Hustle game like an SRT, I be tryna lap 'em
Like a cancer patient, we want all the smoke
Nickname Lil Meeky Monday
We move all the dope
Bitches call me crazy, never call me broke
She just mad 'cause I don't fall
For shit these niggas fallin' for
Fake ass rap niggas, fake ass trap nigga
Give me the cash for it then
I'll be back with it
Fuck an iPhone, I sell dope on my jack, nigga
Fuck a nine to five, I run
Up racks in that time, nigga
Mama say a nigga actin' funny (Huh?)
I can't even talk
I'm navigating through Kentucky
(I'll call you right back)
They know I'm racked up so bitches love me
First I get the head and bust a nut
Don't even touch me
My side ho know about my main ho
Both of them confused 'cause I treat
'em like the same ho
Gucci ease the pain, never rainbow
Blue hundreds on me, lil' bitch
Who I'ma change for?
Call me Van Damme, nigga, where the action?
Broke boys don't ever shop with
Me because a nigga taxin'
We got brown and white
That's that Michael Jackson
Hustle game like an SRT, I be tryna lap 'em
Like a cancer patient, we want all the smoke
Nickname Lil Meeky Monday
We move all the dope
Bitches call me crazy, never call me broke
She just mad 'cause I don't fall
For shit these niggas fallin' for