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Babyface Ray

Marcellus Rayvon Register (born February 7, 1991), known professionally as Babyface Ray, is an American rapper from Detroit, Michigan. He is noted as an important and prominent figure of the Detroit hip hop scene. more »

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(DDot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Yeah, the game might never change
These bitches fuckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins
They only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacing all through the house
I'm trying to find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom-made it myself
I need a fridge just with the syrup

Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I'll buy a bitch I just need some comfort for the night
I be high as shit, I thumb it once I gotta thumb it twice (yeah)
Shawty 5'6 and super bad, I'm fuckin' her for life
Let me pause and cover all the bets before I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I'm not her type
Man, I'm five G's in, I'm just here to get a bite (five G's in)
She think she pressing me for check but she don't know I'm living life
I did a feature for a fifty, ain't do shit but buy a pint
I left my wallet at the crib but ain't forget to bring the ice (wock)
International, sorry, fool, I'm not local (mh-mh)
Say play the cards you're dealt so I treat the shit like poker
I'm out in London right now they treating me like Billy Ocean
My first time seein' yay was with my uncle Carl on Stoepel
I took that lil' bitch body and re-did it like a old school (yeah)
I'm the prime example of what real niggas motion
Why you look surprised I went to get like I told you
Took a red seal and had to split it I'm Moses

Yeah, the game might never change
These bitches fuckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins
They only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacing all through the house
I'm trying to find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom-made it myself
I need a fridge just with the syrup

Was a loverboy until this lil' bitch came and broke my heart
I got a hunnid bad bitches fighting for me, play your part
I'm in Louis V spazzing, think I need a shopping cart
Hopped up out it, take a picture of it, like the way she arch
Mr. Thugging-out-the-corner-suite, I pay the smoking fee
It be hard to feel these niggas 'cause I'm not a wannabe
Bitch, you know your man want a feature, stop recording me
I'm in Ace of Spades put on a show, these hoes applaud me
Money on my mind while I'm counting up, shit, it be hard to sleep
Say I stressed her out, it's hard to eat, 'cause she can't talk to me
(DDot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Yeah, the game might never change
These bitches fuckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins
They only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacing all through the house
I'm trying to find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom-made it myself
I need a fridge just with the syrup

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