Текст песни Tahoe - Babyface Ray
(Hoodrich
Keem?
Yeah,
I′m
thinkin'
about
signin′
that
guy)
48
hours
a
day,
you
know
what
I
mean?
Took
the
vibes
up
to
Tahoe
One
on
one,
I'm
to
the
field,
I
feel
like
Pablo
(one
on
one)
One
on
one,
slap
a
thousand
of
them,
dry
slow
(one
on
one)
12
can't
stop
shit,
I
feel
like
Ralo
(uh-uh),
yeah
Real
estate
in
the
hill,
really
I′m
just
grindin′
(really
I'm
just)
No
furniture,
just
some
money
counters,
niggas
pourin′
I
really
can't
complain,
life
is
good,
bitch,
it′s
goin'
(I
can′t
complain)
Three
hours
back,
West
Coast,
they
said
it's
snowin'
Get
it,
then
forget
it,
practice
social
distance
(practice
social
distance)
I
can′t
even
sleep,
Adderalls
got
me
geeked
(I′m
geeked)
Diced
pineapples,
I
just
turned
that
lil'
bitch
peach
(yeah)
Count
it,
then
recount
it,
I′m
just
tryna
keep
it
neat
(tryna
keep
it
neat)
Bought
her
for
the
week,
stuffed
it
in
a
twenty-ounce,
it's
spillin′
on
my
jeans
(Saint
Laurent)
Reckless
with
the
check
like
that
shit
fallin'
from
the
leaves
A
Louis
like
it′s
Power,
shit,
I'm
waitin'
on
that
new
season
Told
her
you
ain′t
gotta
tease
me
Ain′t
did
shit,
they
hatin',
I′ma
give
these
boys
a
reason
(ain't
did
shit)
Once
yo′
numbers
up,
then,
nigga,
get
me
on
the
remix
(come
on)
Left
a
bag
in
Vegas,
scooped
a
bag
in
Phoenix
(scooped
a
bag
in
Phoenix)
Left
it
in
the
club
though,
they
act
like
they
ain't
seen
it
Niggas
got
a
lot
to
say,
forget
it
when
they
see
me
(damn)
She
rub
me
the
right
way,
I′ll
be
that
lil'
bitch
genie
(I
might)
I
be
headin'
down
the
wrong
road
for
money
′cause
I
need
it
(on
God)
Sacrifice,
thinkin′
long
term,
my
vision
clear,
I
see
it
Put
that
shit
on
paper,
numbers
low,
negotiate
it
(negotiate
it)
Don't
wanna
take
the
risk,
they
know
I′m
associated
(yeah)
L.A.
smokin'
ghost,
lil′
boy,
you
will
never
taste
it
(you
will
never
taste
it)
Milkin'
for
the
money
and
I
pray
I′m
never
famous
(uh-uh)
Ask
a
lot
of
questions,
damn,
who
you
investigatin'?
(Who
you
investigatin'?)
Livin′
like
I
made
it,
they
say
I′m
the
next
to
make
it
(I'm
the
next
to
make
it)
Percocets
and
vitamins,
I′m
eatin'
turkey
bacon
Baby
bottles
different
colors
and
her
mama
Gerber
baby
(for
real)
Runnin′
through
the,
runnin'
through
this
shit
with
my
woes
Playin′
by
the
rules,
pay
my
dues,
pay
them
tolls
(yeah)
I
come
from
them
back
streets,
wrist
like
a
strobe
Young
black
nigga
in
the
hood,
ooh,
that's
goals
(bitch)
She
came
in
ready
to
do
her
thing,
now
she
gone
(yeah)
We
ain't
gotta
act
like
it′s
a
secret,
girl,
we
grown
Why
your
friend
keep
tryna
mess
around
and
take
off
her
clothes?
You
know
I
don′t
need
this
selfish
shit,
die
alone
Selfish
shit,
die
alone
Selfish
shit,
die
alone
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