Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sincerely Face, artist - Babyface Ray.
Date of issue: 19.05.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sincerely Face |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
It is what it is, nigga, we ain’t trippin' 'bout nothin', shit |
Nothin', everything profit, nigga |
Now, I can sit and tell you 'bout the diamonds on my chest like everything was |
easy |
Spoke to Fatboy the other day, he say he’s still gettin' money, what’s new? |
(He still gettin' money, you know ain’t nothin' new to us, nigga) |
All my latest problems come from bitches, so you know I had to cut 'em all loose |
You know I got the juice like I had Bishop hand and I threw him off the roof |
(You know I got the sauce, know I got the swag, lame-ass nigga) |
Bitch nigga, you your mama’s boy (Yeah) |
All these free bands got my bitch spoiled (Ffft) |
Break the mob rules, you get sent for (Come here) |
That Rollie fit my wrist like it’s meant for it |
Niggas small fry, I’m Big Boy, gettin' chips more (Yeah, yeah) |
Turnt up, got these bad bitches suckin' dick more |
Burnin' 'za, got my own pack, give me six for it (Yeah) |
Dope prices, it be up and down like a six-four, yeah (My bad) |
Sprintin' to that money got me outta breath |
Lil' nigga at the grown court, still yellin', «Next» |
I know heaven real, man, I done been through hell and back (No cap) |
I done been through band after band, down to my last (Bags) |
You might piss me off, all my lil' niggas come and crash (Go get his ass) |
Nigga, when it rain, you get wet, I can smell the grass (Yeah) |
Smilin' in my face, deep down, I can tell he mad (Fuck him) |
Bitch nigga caught me down bad, so I keep the mag (Bitch ass) |
Bad thoughts runnin' through my mind, I can’t sleep at all |
Did my first million, real talk, I was thinkin' raw |
Call lil' cause Dum-Dum, he don’t think at all, blankin' out |
Send a hundred B’s down your way just to peep it out |
Slow leaks in the air mattress, you should see the house now (Go) |
Thirty-P play, finna meet with Bob now (Bob) |
Put her in a pent', I won’t even stop out (Mmm-mmm) |
Me and Eggo courtside, call him Tata (Like the Roc niggas) |
Make her hit her knees like my name Allah, rockin' Fear of God |
Swear it might take a little longer, I don’t dick-ride |
Wavy Navy, you ain’t in that circle, I ain’t pickin' sides |
Trill niggas with it, hit the door once we switch vibes (Trill niggas) |
My young niggas took the brick road, Wizard of the Oz (Young niggas) |
Compare to who? |
Laughin' at you niggas, all the jokes aside (Fuck niggas) |
I’m at Ocean Prime (Yeah), I got motion now |
Caught cases, but you still out, you a fuckin' cop |
She a demon, when the nut come, you supposed to stop (Ooh) |
Pretty face drippin' like me, ass pokin' out |
Ask Kash, she can vouch for me (Ask Kash) |
Ask G, he can vouch for me (Ask G) |
Ask them niggas, man, I doubt it’s beef |
I thought niggas’d be proud of me |
Like he just came big shit poppin', keep a lot of these |
Stay lit, hit everything but the lottery (Lit, lit) |
I was on chill, then these lame niggas started me (I was on chill) |
Told redhead that she good, girl, you part of me |
Big V sittin' on my chest like a Bari tee |
Think I might grab Maybach, paint it army green (Maybach) |
'Bout to buy mom a big house just to stash racks (Uh) |
I was told keep this shit a hundred, no cash back |
Nigga, what you on? |
No flashbacks (Huh?) |
Shit you niggas on, I’m past that (I'm past that) |
Come around stealin' sauce with your crab ass (Lame ass) |
«Face, boy, you the next to blow,"my Arab said (Oh yeah) |