Babyface Ray - Leaving London lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - Leaving London lyrics]
You wanna see me? Gotta pay a fee
You could've paid your lil' rent
You want war with me lookin' full
Bahama' breeze but I ain't tryna eat (Nah)
I come through regulatin' like I'm Warren G
(Mm hmm) i be swappin', switchin' cards
Keep maxin' 'em out (For real)
My homie say he leavin' London
Goin' back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy
You ain't fast as the Glock
You know I'm blessed to have the fame
I been laughin' a lot
We takin' flights back and forth
I'm tryna get to the show (yeah)
I almost lost my passport but
Ain't forgettin' the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot
But you ain't gettin' the lo'
I'm trippin', geekin' off my mind
Paid a stack for the 'locs (Stylin')
Ain't no pressure or no papеr
Shooters stack every shot (Comе on)
Keep the dirt between the gang
That's how niggas get mopped (Man)
Raisin' hell from the East got
Me feelin' like mobs i'm in Paris goin' off
Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just
To serve me the Wock'
Who the fuck you niggas' jewelers?
Somethin' wrong with your watch
Talkin' down about the MOB
They hit him all in his top (yeah)
My neck glisten
Hittin' litty like the fourth of July
You know I'm loyal but I'ma still
Need more of the guap (I'm loco)
When you chose to live this life
You can't cry about problems (Never)
Build a label for the mansion
Then fly out some vibes (Know that)
I'm on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit
I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain't TI
(Nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas GI
(Hitmaker) i close a deal right by
My phone, my lawyer said, "Go"
My kids bein' disrespectful
Keep on callin' me "GOAT"
I came out it like Ali
They had me all on the ropes (On the ropes)
I'm thankin' God, should thank my pops
He taught me all that I know
I'm one of one, from the concrete
They watchin' me grow
I never think I fell off
I'm in the spots where it's low
I had to tell him watch his mouth
Before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with
A heart full of gold
You ain't never strapped yo' nuts and
Put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost
It all on the stove
You could've paid your lil' rent
You want war with me lookin' full
Bahama' breeze but I ain't tryna eat (Nah)
I come through regulatin' like I'm Warren G
(Mm hmm) i be swappin', switchin' cards
Keep maxin' 'em out (For real)
My homie say he leavin' London
Goin' back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy
You ain't fast as the Glock
You know I'm blessed to have the fame
I been laughin' a lot
We takin' flights back and forth
I'm tryna get to the show (yeah)
I almost lost my passport but
Ain't forgettin' the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot
But you ain't gettin' the lo'
I'm trippin', geekin' off my mind
Paid a stack for the 'locs (Stylin')
Ain't no pressure or no papеr
Shooters stack every shot (Comе on)
Keep the dirt between the gang
That's how niggas get mopped (Man)
Raisin' hell from the East got
Me feelin' like mobs i'm in Paris goin' off
Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just
To serve me the Wock'
Who the fuck you niggas' jewelers?
Somethin' wrong with your watch
Talkin' down about the MOB
They hit him all in his top (yeah)
My neck glisten
Hittin' litty like the fourth of July
You know I'm loyal but I'ma still
Need more of the guap (I'm loco)
When you chose to live this life
You can't cry about problems (Never)
Build a label for the mansion
Then fly out some vibes (Know that)
I'm on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit
I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain't TI
(Nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas GI
(Hitmaker) i close a deal right by
My phone, my lawyer said, "Go"
My kids bein' disrespectful
Keep on callin' me "GOAT"
I came out it like Ali
They had me all on the ropes (On the ropes)
I'm thankin' God, should thank my pops
He taught me all that I know
I'm one of one, from the concrete
They watchin' me grow
I never think I fell off
I'm in the spots where it's low
I had to tell him watch his mouth
Before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with
A heart full of gold
You ain't never strapped yo' nuts and
Put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost
It all on the stove