Lyrics Real Niggas Don't Rap - Babyface Ray
Damn,
Markie
done
turnt
that
shit
up
How
I′m
'posed
to
tell
my
niggas
stop
gettin′
money?
What
I'm
supposed
to
tell
my
young
niggas?
(Yeah)
Wild
and
don't
give
a
fuck,
a
100K
it
ain′t
enough
(nigga)
Pandemic
has
been
boring,
I
been
runnin′
money
up
(yeah)
How
can
these
niggas
hate
me?
I
been
showing
only
love
I
caught
a
baddie
in
the
airport,
wanna
get
her
tummy
tuck
Damn
you
look
good,
she
said,
"Nah
I
look
great"
(no
cap)
Skin
like
honey
with
a
Coke
bottle
shape
(yeah)
Squeeze
it
'til
it′s
empty
on
yo'
lil′
pretty
face
(ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy)
I
took
her
to
the
club,
she
consider
it
a
date
Money
flying,
thesе
bitches
wanna
go
wit'
me
(come
on)
Fall
in
linе,
I′m
pullin'
up
400
deep
She
want
time,
you
know
I
rather
hug
the
street
(yeah)
I
know
some
street
niggas
don't
rap
(they
don′t
rap
at
all
nigga)
Yeah,
I
know
some
millionaires
don′t
rap
(mm-mm,
never
touch
the
money)
I
know
some
real
killers
don't
rap
(for
real)
Ayy,
I′m
a
real
nigga,
no
rap
(hmm,
ayy)
They
asking
questions,
like
"How
I
really
feel
about
it?"
(mhm)
Shit
I'm
cool,
if
I
can
get
a
million
out
it
(double
up)
I
slept
on
air
mattress,
on
a
mat
(for
real)
No
money,
no
hope
of
blowing
up
off
rap
Nigga
brought
his
ho
around,
she
cut
her
eye,
I
double
back
(yeah)
Niggas
jogging
in
place,
so
right
now
I′m
running
lap
(I'm
running
lap)
The
top
feel
better
than
the
bottom,
I
admit
(no
lie)
Ooh
you
wet,
fuck
these
niggas,
show
yo′
wrist
(what
up?)
Rap
niggas
got
rap
beef,
make
a
diss
(why?)
Fuck
that,
I
counted
up
a
hundred
making
this
You
scared
to
let
your
nuts
hang,
you
won't
ever
take
a
risk
(crazy)
We
talking
'bout
some
money,
I
guess
you
can
live
without
it
(shut
the
fuck
up)
The
ride
a
little
longer
when
you
out
here
living
honest
(living
honest
nigga)
I
was
getting
hungry,
tryna
ride
to
Benihana
Four
in
the
morning,
out
here
playing
spin
the
bottle
(what?)
Spin
off
in
the
truck
before
I
turn,
I′m
getting
swallowed
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Baby
girl
called,
said
she
having
nigga
problems
(what′s
wrong?)
You
ain't
gotta
pout,
you
can
get
this
shit,
I
got
it
(I
got
you)
20K
in
Saks,
I′m
just
dressing
up
my
closet
(for
real)
Nine
in
the
morning
and
I'm
catching
a
deposit
(still
sleep)
I
know
some
street
niggas
don′t
rap
(they
don't
rap
at
all
nigga,
yeah)
I
know
some
millionaires
don′t
rap
(mm-mm),
yeah
(don't
touch
the
money)
I
know
some
real
killers
don't
rap
(for
real)
Ayy,
I′m
a
real
nigga,
no
rap
(ayy)
You
acting
funny,
you
a
rapper
huh?
She′ll
blow
herself
better
than
a
vacuum,
huh
(yeah)
Shit
tight
so
you
hope
that
she
don't
ask
for
nothing
(yeah)
But
when
she
do,
you
gon′
tell
her
"That
you
stackin,
huh?"
(ayy)
Yeah,
move
through
the
crowd
with
charisma
Make
ya
ho
move
without
speaking
like
Matilda
I
done
did
numbers
on
the
7K
fielder
(facts)
Pull
up,
serve
a
nigga
in
his
hood,
I
ain't
trippin′
(where
you
at?)
Face
in
his
laptop,
he
said
he
got
a
ticket
now
(yeah)
POA
got
you
living
like
you
moving
chickens,
huh?
(Oh,
yeah)
Bro
said
his
Rollie
been
Patek,
get
a
Richard
now
(oh,
yeah)
Boy
said
it
right,
fuck
a
number
and
that
shit
en
route
(no
cap)
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