Babyface Ray – Richard Flair Lyrics

 

Richard Flair Lyrics by Babyface Ray

 

(You recordin’, Smerf?)
You know what’s goin’ with us, n****
(Foe Thousand)

Keep it trill, keep it real with yourself (With yourself)
I was trippin’, trippin’ hard, damn near fell (I was trippin’, trippin’)
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell (Mhm)
Spill my lean and n***** sip, I feel like Richard Flair (Spill my lean)
I’d hate to be you lame-ass n***** (I’d hate to be you lame-ass n*****)
Fuck it, pop it with me, let me get you there (Yeah)
I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past n***** (I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past n*****)
Treat ’em like Air 1s, this a different pair (Yeah)

Radio Raheem, love and the hate (Love and the hate)
I cannot complain, bills paid, paper straight (Bills paid, paper straight)
I was state-to-state, hustled, hustled every day (Hustle hard)
When you get a bag, keep it back, fuck what n***** say (N****, get a bag)
Rap game fucked up, but you can’t blame me (Mmm-mmm)
Seen ’em come, seen them bitches go, and they was payin’ me (Every time)
I done been broke, seen it rain, it ain’t a thing to me (No cap)
Rock the Prada coat, doin’ dope, it ain’t no changin’ me (Fuck that shit)
Smell the privilege pack, feel the fragrance, I’m in TSA (Ooh)
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA (Hundred K)
First class, pourin’ lean, tweakin’, it’s just me and bae (Tweakin’)
Late night, skeeted in a freak, I wasn’t thinkin’ straight (Trippin’)
You don’t have the answers, who are you? Nobody knows (Who?)
Catch me in the club probably with somebody ho (My bad)
What’s the newest fashion? Man, I probably got it on (Got that shit)
Gave her Perc’ work, now a n**** tatted on her (Mmm)
My lil’ n**** caught his first body, I’m prayin’ for him (Pray for that n****)
Told him if I need some shit erased, I’m payin’ for it (Go get it)
Bro, don’t feel no way if these ones start landin’ on her (Hmm?)
She just wanna be like my Glock, it stand on her (Yeah)
Yeah, I love you too (Yeah, I love you too)
If your friend bad, don’t be mad we fuckin’ too (Yeah, we fuckin’ too)
I’m in love with pink and blue (Pink and blue)
Ten in pink fifties, ten in blue, I’m Crippin’, fool (N****)
Walk it like I talk it, I’m high as a martian (Walk it like I talk it)
Heard them n***** speakin’, now your bitch a target (Bitch a target)
Shawty head dumb, man, that bitch retarded (Shawty head dumb)
Rose gold soda, so I went and bought it (Rose gold soda)

Keep it trill, keep it real with yourself
I was trippin’, trippin’ hard, damn near fell (I was trippin’)
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell (Mhm)
Spill my lean and n***** sip, I feel like Richard Flair (Spill my lean)
I’d hate to be you lame-ass n***** (I’d hate to be you n*****)
Fuck it, pop it with me, let me get you there (Fuck it, pop it with me)
I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past n***** (I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past n*****)
Treat ’em like Air 1s, this a different pair (Mhm)

Treat ’em like Air 1s, rock ’em once and then I’m done (Treat ’em like Air 1s, n****)
Move like a marching band, we got sticks and drums (Sticks and drms)
Feelin’ like a proud dad, all these boys my sons (All these boys my sons)
Hear I’m in they mouth, but they never tell you what I done
Good in every hood, so they always askin’, “Where you from?”
Put a broke bad bitch on a Spirit, I just wanna fuck
You gon’ keep flexin’ for the times you was humble, huh? (Flex on these n*****)
Got all the connections that I needed, you in trouble now (Fuck these n*****)
Big Sean hit a n**** line, say he wanna work (Oh yeah)
Cut the line, FaceTimed my n****, say he out of work
I crossed the street and went and got a Sprite when I left out of church (Wow)
I got demons in my body, demons on the wide body (Yeah)
Ninety-nine bitches and I ain’t got one problem (Ninety-nine bitches)
N****, watch your mouth, they gon’ tear shit up about me (N****, watch your mouth)
Pussy was so good, I damn near cuffed up a thottie (Mmm-mmm)
Sacrifice so much and still ain’t seen Illuminati (Still ain’t seen Illuminati)
Louis bomber, you don’t see an LV on it
Hop out, knock a bitch out, should change my name to Goldie (Hop out, knock a bitch out)
Money in the wall, it’s gettin’ old, that shit done molded (Yeah)
Keep your guards up, keep it loaded, keep it on you (Yeah)
Steak ‘n Shake, crushin’ mushrooms, I’m a stoner (Yeah)
Look like I’m in a box in the Range, shit, I’m homeless (N****)
See, ain’t nobody comin’ here to see your ass, Otis (Mmm-mmm)
Beat a bitch down while her son there, Jody (Beat a bitch down)
I don’t wanna hear the word love, gotta show me (I don’t wanna hear it)
I done had my back against the wall, never folded (N****)

Keep it trill, keep it real with yourself
I was trippin’, trippin’ hard, damn near fell (I was trippin’)
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell (Mhm)
Spill my lean and n***** sip, I feel like Richard Flair (Spill my lean)
I’d hate to be you lame-ass n***** (I’d hate to be you n*****)
Fuck it, pop it with me, let me get you there (Fuck it, pop it with me)
I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past n***** (I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past n*****)
Treat ’em like Air 1s, this a different pair (Mhm)