Babyface Ray - Palm Angels, Palms Itching lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - Palm Angels, Palms Itching lyrics]
(Damjonboi)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Ayy
Man, don't talk me to death
I was taught by the best
Ain't nobody hold my hand
Had to walk by myself
I got hunger in my face
I got diamonds on my chest
Never know when they on you
So I set it on my left
They don't got it when you need it
But they got it in they raps
Man, I got it out the mud, fucked it up
And got it back
I left a dime off in Neimans
Nigga still went down to Saks
Rap cap-ass nigga, you must be a college grad
(Cap)
Ooh, ooh
Man, I made a living off of YouTube (Damn)
I don't fuck with thug, but Boo cool
(He cool)
2130 just for two shoes (Chanel)
Ayy, put your city up
Feel Jesus in me now
I got a text from lil' mama
"Can you beat me down?"
Pussy last, money first
That's what we about
Boy be fuckin' up a bag when you see him out
It's a Lam' if I lay, goin' HAM, MIA
Know that every other bullet
It gon' jam if you spray
Thinkin' I'ma get a knot
I'll be damned if I wait
Never had to sit at spots, man
I started off with weight
Yeah
Nigga like me ain't even had
To pick the mic up
Man
I had a promising future in this bag shit
You hear me?
You around this shit, this shit ain't-
Can't make this shit up, nigga
Ooh, ooh
(Damn)
Ooh, ooh
(He cool)
(Chanel)
Ooh, ooh
(Damn)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Ayy
Man, don't talk me to death
I was taught by the best
Ain't nobody hold my hand
Had to walk by myself
I got hunger in my face
I got diamonds on my chest
Never know when they on you
So I set it on my left
They don't got it when you need it
But they got it in they raps
Man, I got it out the mud, fucked it up
And got it back
I left a dime off in Neimans
Nigga still went down to Saks
Rap cap-ass nigga, you must be a college grad
(Cap)
Ooh, ooh
Man, I made a living off of YouTube (Damn)
I don't fuck with thug, but Boo cool
(He cool)
2130 just for two shoes (Chanel)
Ayy, put your city up
Feel Jesus in me now
I got a text from lil' mama
"Can you beat me down?"
Pussy last, money first
That's what we about
Boy be fuckin' up a bag when you see him out
It's a Lam' if I lay, goin' HAM, MIA
Know that every other bullet
It gon' jam if you spray
Thinkin' I'ma get a knot
I'll be damned if I wait
Never had to sit at spots, man
I started off with weight
Yeah
Nigga like me ain't even had
To pick the mic up
Man
I had a promising future in this bag shit
You hear me?
You around this shit, this shit ain't-
Can't make this shit up, nigga
Ooh, ooh
(Damn)
Ooh, ooh
(He cool)
(Chanel)
Ooh, ooh
(Damn)