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BabyFace T - All Business No Love (feat. Papoose) Lyrics
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I'm like God to you rappers, when you pray, I can answer your prayers
Instead of moving like a coward, you should handle your fears
I don't care for your tears, I put more guns to niggas' heads
Than a jeweler when he piercing your ears
You really need to watch how you talk, your mouth is greasy
Toes is getting tagged up, that's not graffiti
All my moves are camouflaged, I doubt you see me
You really tryna be me, I just bought a infrared beam
So I'm moving kinda sneaky, I took my gun and attached it to the beam
I'm just tryna melt the TV, you the driver, don't drink
That ain't just a damn quote, if you play with my f*cking life
I slit your damn throat, my weed man in the passenger seat
This some damn smoke, my shooter sit next to me
I keep the trigger man close, a lot of niggas be zonin' niggas
That shit I can't quote, steal from me, I break your fingers
Don't get your hand broke, I look up to the Black Panthers
They quick to blam toast, you look up to the Pink Panthers
You just a damn joke, your clique be singing like Mr. Vandross
I'm from the home of the scammers, they be swiping like a Instagram post
It's all business, no love to the competition
Let the chopper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later
I'ma think about it never, all I think about is paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell, that stench, you just stink sanitation
I'm right here, nigga, f*ck the location
Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell them cops, I say f*ck the allegations
Got work in the trunk, with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the hill
But one from the hammer, get a nigga killed
Fill a nigga up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a nigga up and split a nigga meal
Yeah, if niggas acting how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket, get the clapper like a seal
For real
Let's go, Wayne
One man army, bitch, yeah, I move by myself
I could bust a bag down and have it moved with no help
I got cards in my sleeve, f*ck the cards, I was dealt
Finna drink a ten, Wayne, took two out my twelve
Open up my mouth, you see more carrots than a salad
How you in that mode, but Cris said you ain't valid
Yeah, you ain't about it, to me that's really brazy
Better stay over there, I'll crack your head just like the 80s
Flood your block just like the Navy
Aint no ifs or even maybes, if I do your dawg a service
Then, yeah, you need to pay me,
Get you punched like a bottle of Hi-C
Me and Weez stay f*ckin' with they psyche
Yeah, we still bleedin', but you gang if you slimy
Shoutout to the real ones
Kidnappin' the little ones
Throwing bitch niggas off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly, and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything you stand for, send them to the heaven sky
Weezy and babyboy get right everytime
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I'm like God to you rappers, when you pray, I can answer your prayers
Instead of moving like a coward, you should handle your fears
I don't care for your tears, I put more guns to niggas' heads
Than a jeweler when he piercing your ears
You really need to watch how you talk, your mouth is greasy
Toes is getting tagged up, that's not graffiti
All my moves are camouflaged, I doubt you see me
You really tryna be me, I just bought a infrared beam
So I'm moving kinda sneaky, I took my gun and attached it to the beam
I'm just tryna melt the TV, you the driver, don't drink
That ain't just a damn quote, if you play with my f*cking life
I slit your damn throat, my weed man in the passenger seat
This some damn smoke, my shooter sit next to me
I keep the trigger man close, a lot of niggas be zonin' niggas
That shit I can't quote, steal from me, I break your fingers
Don't get your hand broke, I look up to the Black Panthers
They quick to blam toast, you look up to the Pink Panthers
You just a damn joke, your clique be singing like Mr. Vandross
I'm from the home of the scammers, they be swiping like a Instagram post
It's all business, no love to the competition
Let the chopper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later
I'ma think about it never, all I think about is paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell, that stench, you just stink sanitation
I'm right here, nigga, f*ck the location
Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell them cops, I say f*ck the allegations
Got work in the trunk, with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the hill
But one from the hammer, get a nigga killed
Fill a nigga up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a nigga up and split a nigga meal
Yeah, if niggas acting how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket, get the clapper like a seal
For real
Let's go, Wayne
One man army, bitch, yeah, I move by myself
I could bust a bag down and have it moved with no help
I got cards in my sleeve, f*ck the cards, I was dealt
Finna drink a ten, Wayne, took two out my twelve
Open up my mouth, you see more carrots than a salad
How you in that mode, but Cris said you ain't valid
Yeah, you ain't about it, to me that's really brazy
Better stay over there, I'll crack your head just like the 80s
Flood your block just like the Navy
Aint no ifs or even maybes, if I do your dawg a service
Then, yeah, you need to pay me,
Get you punched like a bottle of Hi-C
Me and Weez stay f*ckin' with they psyche
Yeah, we still bleedin', but you gang if you slimy
Shoutout to the real ones
Kidnappin' the little ones
Throwing bitch niggas off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly, and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything you stand for, send them to the heaven sky
Weezy and babyboy get right everytime
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Writer: Dwayne Carter Jr., Shamele Mackie, T Lyons
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