Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ashanti , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 10.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ashanti |
| 'Less we cool, dog, yeah |
| He was tryna show a hundred bands, who is you, dog? |
| Yeah |
| I’m on FaceTime with my mans, camera too small |
| He was tryna flex a hundred bands, who is you, dog? |
| In my life, I ran through a hundred bands what you move, dog? |
| You made a move not thinkin' with your head, knock it smooth off |
| When you ridin' in that double-R, take your shoes off |
| When you out here playin' in them streets, turn the rules off |
| When you ridin' dirty, on that turn, turn the cruise off |
| And shawty sendin' nudes, she wan' fuck me with my jewels on (Yeah) |
| I’m a dog, plug toss it, I’ma fetch |
| I just want a Rollie Rollie, Audemars Piguet |
| Talkin' to Yo Gotti, told him get the rose baguette (True) |
| Marcelo Burlon, but the hoodie say the Mets, I’ma chase a check |
| Yeah, I did the limit on the way, but I’m racin' back |
| Came a long way from paper plates, thinkin' paper tags |
| Feelin' odd walkin' in the bank, came from paper bags (Money) |
| You would speak on niggas for some pussy with your hatin' ass |
| I got options, I got options, cut her off 'cause it was toxic |
| Booted up, exotic poppin', before Dugg, I toured with Roxy |
| If I compared my lifestyle to the game, then I’d pick hockey (What?) |
| Sticks everywhere, foul play, then we gon' box him (Bitch) |
| Drip everywhere, these niggas sick, they tryna copy (Damn) |
| Yachts in Miami, full of foreigns, call me papi |
| Leveled up on these ho niggas, now they oppys |
| Man, I swear I hate these niggas, I’m a Nazi (Fuck 'em) |
| Yeah |
| Bitches sayin', «Rain on me,"like Ashanti |
| Hmm, yeah, ayy |
| Thirsty-ass bitch want my love, I gave her molly |
| Yeah |
| And I’m drinkin' straight drop lean, fuck a Jolly |
| Yeah |
| I just want the money and the power, Ghost and Tommy |
| I done seen these niggas change once the fame came (Wow) |
| They started to notice me, I never changed, I did the same thing (Still gettin' |
| to it) |
| Free my nigga Wheezy We the G.O.A.T., we throw the same thing |
| Free my nigga Spazzo the young bull, he fucked your main thing, ooh |
| I stopped playin' with that Trisy, did the plain thing |
| That anniversary a chicken and it’s plain jane (Fuck) |
| Nigga stumbled in my office, saw a brick of 'caine (Look) |
| Take the syrup, then I mix it, I can’t feel the pain |
| I can’t feel you niggas, we ain’t built the same |
| Fuck and get the face, I forget her name |
| I just know she ain’t mine and every bitch the same (Every bitch) |
| First they love you, then they hate you, it come with the game |
| Yeah |
| Bitches sayin', «Rain on me,"like Ashanti |
| Hmm, yeah, ayy |
| Thirsty-ass bitch want my love, I gave her molly |
| Yeah |
| And I’m drinkin' straight drop lean, fuck a Jolly |
| Yeah |
| I just want the money and the power, Ghost and Tommy |
| (Sonic, boy, you brazy, Leechoppn shit up) |