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Surf God - Shady (feat. Babyface Ray) Lyrics



Surf God - Shady (feat. Babyface Ray) Lyrics
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These niggas shady
I can't let it phase me
Bronem trynna play me
Whatchu on
Bit the hand that fed em
Must be crazy
Sent him home
Not thinking bout yo baby
Tables turned so I won't
I'm too gassed up off these woods
To hear nigga so I don't
Flew em to valley out from cali
Now I'm up
Heard you was bouncing back
Cuff that bitch now you stuck
When it come down to that road
It ain't no such thing as luck
Need my money tall as gannis so imma keep on chasing bucks
Balling in my twenties
Ion play collegiate
Catch me speeding
Brodie good for one
If niggas lurking
Bet that dot a peep em
I ain't gotta reach em
Drop some bones
An have my doggie seek em
Ain't no ice cream man
Up in that van
It pull up bodies leaving
Thought I joined the navy
All this water
Got my body freezing
Turned her to a patient
She off the x
I bet you know the reason
Thought I drew sketch
We cleared The house
An left it looking decent
Had to break her heart
I'm sorry baby
I know she kept the pieces
All these broke niggas mad
Cause I'm self made
Don't want you on my team
Go get yourself paid
Scared of making cheese
But he always talking gun play
Flexing all them ps
What got em hit
It was broad day
I just copped two pleas
Shout out richard had to play it safe
Just cause you got cheese
You ain't guaranteed to beat the case
Touch down in the city an go ghost
Bitch I'm mia
Trynna put a hundred in stash
I'm just a call away
Trynna put a hundred up
Put a million up
Ion really give a f*ck
I f*ck the city up
I done drop the prices on them nigga
They can't sit with us
Niggas talking drank
But they be petty
You ain't spilt enough
Left wrist thirty
Right pocket twenty
I be getting money
Take a pussy niggas bitch
Shorty thick as honey
My whit boy crazy bout that paper
He do shit like tommy
The wave look crazy in the light
Hit like avianne
Playing both sides
Turned his name to donny
Crib in the cut
They'll never find me
Ion give em shit
Get it on consignment
Gotta deal on the thirties
Call it perfect timing
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These niggas shady
I can't let it phase me
Bronem trynna play me
Whatchu on
Bit the hand that fed em
Must be crazy
Sent him home
Not thinking bout yo baby
Tables turned so I won't
I'm too gassed up off these woods
To hear nigga so I don't
Flew em to valley out from cali
Now I'm up
Heard you was bouncing back
Cuff that bitch now you stuck
When it come down to that road
It ain't no such thing as luck
Need my money tall as gannis so imma keep on chasing bucks
Balling in my twenties
Ion play collegiate
Catch me speeding
Brodie good for one
If niggas lurking
Bet that dot a peep em
I ain't gotta reach em
Drop some bones
An have my doggie seek em
Ain't no ice cream man
Up in that van
It pull up bodies leaving
Thought I joined the navy
All this water
Got my body freezing
Turned her to a patient
She off the x
I bet you know the reason
Thought I drew sketch
We cleared The house
An left it looking decent
Had to break her heart
I'm sorry baby
I know she kept the pieces
All these broke niggas mad
Cause I'm self made
Don't want you on my team
Go get yourself paid
Scared of making cheese
But he always talking gun play
Flexing all them ps
What got em hit
It was broad day
I just copped two pleas
Shout out richard had to play it safe
Just cause you got cheese
You ain't guaranteed to beat the case
Touch down in the city an go ghost
Bitch I'm mia
Trynna put a hundred in stash
I'm just a call away
Trynna put a hundred up
Put a million up
Ion really give a f*ck
I f*ck the city up
I done drop the prices on them nigga
They can't sit with us
Niggas talking drank
But they be petty
You ain't spilt enough
Left wrist thirty
Right pocket twenty
I be getting money
Take a pussy niggas bitch
Shorty thick as honey
My whit boy crazy bout that paper
He do shit like tommy
The wave look crazy in the light
Hit like avianne
Playing both sides
Turned his name to donny
Crib in the cut
They'll never find me
Ion give em shit
Get it on consignment
Gotta deal on the thirties
Call it perfect timing
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Writer: David Ware
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Performed By: Surf God
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: David Ware

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