Babyface Ray - Ron Artest (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Babyface Ray - Ron Artest (en) Lyrics
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He passed me the ball (Yeah)
He never passed me the ball
He passed me the ball
(Yeah, you feel me)
Kobe passed me the ball and I
shot a three (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas yellin' from the stands,
watch what you sayin'
Blowin' peanut butter cookie with
my cup like jam (Purp')
Turn to a Warrior, put
a dub on your head
You don't wanna work, put some
drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a 'vert, put a top on that
bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
Doin' top speed with my hands
on her goodies (Phew)
Dirty-ass boy, why yo'
pop so muddy? (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I ain't
trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can't fuck
with nobody (Uh-uh)
Dеalin' with heartbreak,
I don't love nobody
If you wanna makе a couple racks,
come with me (C'mon)
You ain't gotta slip, blue
kit one-fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn
into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn up with a bag, niggas
turnin' in gifty (Run)
Turn right around, I'm coming
home wit it (I'm back)
It ain't 'bout guap, don't call
my phone, nigga (Yeah)
Niggas real life dumb, I
don't get along with it
Prolly gon' fuck if I'm left
alone with her (Phew)
I just can't pursue these rat-
ass bitches 'cause they doing
it for clout (Clout)
Neighbors keep on peeking through
window 'cause I'm runnin' it up
Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah (Grab
the Draco off the couch, yeah)
I got mud in my ice tea (Got
mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (Rose
gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me (Heard
these bitch wanna fight me)
Yeah, my bitches don't excite
me (Mm, get the fuck on)
Right now, I'm courtside like
Spike Lee (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin' rich off rap, man,
life free (Man, life)
White lows, man I do 'em like twice
a week (That's nothin')
Pillow-talk to a rat then try and
speak (Man, boy), niggas weird
I'm fucked up, ate a Perc',
now I'm cured (Ugh)
Yeah, you in the streets but
you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas writin' for a rap buzz,
I don't care (Why?)
Miss me with the rap shit,
I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back,
I'm a champ (Ballin')
She just wanna suck a nigga
dry, she a vamp' (Ooh)
Told me fuck a new chair,
I need a lamp (Light)
Ain't nobody else puttin'
mine on the map (Uh-uh)
Free P, I'ma hold it down
'til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin', goin'
live in the trap (Yeah)
I got it right now, reportin' live
with the racks (It's on me)
Ayy, free Ric, I'ma hold
it down 'til he here
Fitty thousand on me, gettin'
head in the Lear' (Phew)
This the big jet, got a bed
in the Lear' (Big jet)
Baby goin' crazy, me and
Ced' in the chair
4 Pockets Full and they ain't CMG
Put the music to the side, bitch, I'm
signed to the streets (Streets)
I'ma grind', stop bleed, never
beg for what I need (Uh-uh)
Puppet dash strong, bitch,
I'm lookin' for the beans
Ayy, I just touched down, yeah I'm
lookin' for the lean (Yeah)
Callin' for the work, send
the bookers to Alim
Thought I got 'em made but they
really double Gs (Gs)
You ain't never 'nough to fuck
up a hundred Gs, nigga
Ayy, sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed,
still, I'm stressed out
Pssh, livin' legend, I'm
blessed now, ayy
Still goin' through the trenches
Still yellin', "Free my niggas"
Know she happy that I did it
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