Nights Like This Lyrics – Babyface Ray

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, cursed for birth, but I broke that, family know that
I done been places, I can’t go back, way before rap
I walked the tightrope, did it all in white Low’s
Now I’m on the price low, follow steps that I was shown
They tell me at the end of every storm, you get a pot of gold
I’m so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain’t even home
I’m so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain’t even drove
Tell to weigh her options, fu*k with lames or you can leave me ‘lone

[Chorus]
Yeah, nights like this, I wish that we was dreaming

Fu*k my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to)
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you balling, you got to have offense and defense

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my God, it’s a miracle
They thought that the enemy, I’m on the eaters
Look at how this s*it made me
The trauma, I been through, look what it did to me
The drop with the top up
I know that they plotting, can’t go out like Kennedy
Know I’m getting topped up
I got this lil’ b!tch, I’m showing ’em sent
You got me switching up the Frappi’s
That I’m grabbing, ’cause you n!ggas got it
Let me see some action
Fu*k the talking if you really ’bout it (Phew)
Love her, then you spin about it, not just him, get anybody
Love it when we face to face, I’m in her body and it’s watery, yeah
Used to serve and whip, I put my wrist in it like Vincent Carter
Standing on all ten, no d!ck-riding, that s*it get you farther
Not because it’s ice, think I’m a jeweler ’cause I’ve been a baller
I done upped my rank, my n!ggas spinning, b!tches sinning for me

[Chorus]

Nights like this, I wish that we was dreaming
Fu*k my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to)
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you balling, you got to have offense and defense

[Verse 3]
Fake watches can’t bust me, n!gga, trust me
It’s work, n!gga, I ain’t lucky
The Chrome heart for the buffies, ’bout seven G’s on the bucket
They gon’ drain you ’til you ain’t you
Then they treat your ass like nothing (For real)
Why the fu*k would you be worried ’bout me?
You need to get you some—
Yeah, chain give me a business
I got me some chicken, I’m thinking investment
Remember the time when I was just stressing
Now I got necklace on necklace on necklace, b!tch
And a fine mind for rocking a Prezi
I’m probably just searching a b!tch
Eight-hundred fifty-thousand through the wire
Send me a text when it hit

[Outro: Babyface Ray & Rick Ross]
Nights like this, I wish that I was dreaming
Off the bench, I’m balling, Willie Peeman
Rick Ross, Drake and French Montana, scheming (Huh)
(Maybach Music)
Yeah, told her catch me, ’cause I’m geeked, I’m leaning
Mob, for real, what is it giving?
What the fu*k going on?