Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Spazzo, artist - Babyface Ray.
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Spazzo |
Yeah, I know |
Seen too many niggas fall victim this close |
You just gotta make it through the rain, I been broke |
Yeah, these niggas speakin' what they done, I spent more |
I just caught a traffic ticket in that big Ghost |
Thought she was in love with the boy, I went broke |
Said he got the line, red or purple? |
I mix both |
I’ve been showing love for too long, it gotta stop |
Fuck the haters, fuck the opps |
Fuck the ones who ain’t believe |
Fuckin' hoes, fuck the cops |
If this rapping stop today, then fuck the label, buy a block |
Would you drop the number for me if I come and buy a lot? |
Money long, time not |
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
I’ve been ballin' for this long, never took a time-out |
All that rich nigga shit, it stop when you sign out |
Left the club, they like, «Save me», I can hear 'em cryin' out |
Man, I hope your gettin' yours, 'cause I’m getting mine now |
We can’t find him, smoke his friend, this ain’t fuckin' How High? |
Man, I went from Chinese food, I’m in Mr. Chows now |
I’ma try and fuck 'em all, tell them bitches calm down |
It’s a movie at the jeweler, you would’ve thought they all knew me |
I’m stuffin' money in Ksubis |
It’s outside, you see 'em shooting |
Your bitch act just like a groupie |
Text her now, she wanna do me |
Put my youngin on the train |
I’m so cold, I could’ve flew him |
I’m so cold, I bought another Moncler for the summer |
He ain’t with us, then it’s fuck him, I know |
You can try to get out here, and get it, die broke |
I can count a quarter million in hundreds blindfolded |
Yeah, I’m sensing hate from the niggas that I love |
Keep it real, nigga, what’s up? |
How the fuck we movin' on, girl, if we ain’t got trust? |
The industry feelin' lame, so they went and got us |
Yeah, I shedded tears for my nigga |
I’m going to California for November |
I’m rappin' more, just focused on the digits |
If them numbers ain’t right, nigga, you can go and end it |
Man, I’m straight |
Plug threw the ball, home run, slid in safe |
I done made it through some hard times, once I say |
How hard is it for you to keep it real? |
Niggas fake |
Appreciate the ones who kept it solid, niggas break |
One day I’ll probably be a million up, fill the safe |
One day I’ll pull my niggas off the street, now we straight |
You know that I’ve been on it for a minute, niggas late |
I was told fuck what niggas think, get the pape' |
Yeah, free my nigga Spazz |
Free my nigga G, man |
Free all my real niggas |
Rest in peace my nigga Soda, man |
You know what it is |
I’m on Melrose, by the way |
All the way out in Cali and shit |
I’m signing out, yours truly, motherfucker |
Yeah |