Lyrics:
like Ray
If a smoke too much my memory fade
My life's a game of ladders and snakes
She got pics on only fans
You know I cant wife that she for
Testin testin
It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested
K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
and Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
Yeah
And it's like
Yo
Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not the bruddah you
HOOCH:
Los ticka toe rest. Might likea sender doe ree. Your make a doll a ray day sender bright like a penelty.
Exi-tease my ray day member half
coordinates
These broke boys my subordinates
Fake watch and you cappin' and you ordered it
Amazon prime shipping you a hypocrite
I was down and out had no
talking to Stevens, who be thinking that we even
How the fuck we beefing when you can't even compete with them
Niggas love to reach the past the deacon,
Put away them foreign cars and buy the tour bus
All my niggas know I got them and Scooter they trust
I love my little daughter but these hoes I can't
to iguanas
We all change still live by a couple of mantras
In a Monclair pea coat
Smoke off air pre-rolls
The Rider ain't crazy
Just need some green like
we out here
We out here we outchea
Got hard got soft got weed
Got boy we out here
Loud pack blown trees
OG R.I.P
Co D not me
Solo just me
Bad bitch she
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
the crib like das
Steven spielberg is directing this cast
Rappin got me on a ray jack shackin
Me and green bay lewin yeah we stay packin
It’s only right
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
gasp
Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch
He
the rain
That's what I do with the pain
Find a little good in the bad times
When life ain't a ray of sunshine
Let those diamonds pour
Dancing up a dirt road
bad, bad attitude
My bad, my bad, bad attitude
I've been making all my money from my bad attitude
What's the matter boy have you never been told no by
Ray Stevens
Sony/ATV Songs LLC/(BMI)
Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum,
Honey-bunch, angel face,
You know you better be good
And act like two
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Bad memories, lotta bad chemistry
Bad tendencies, lotta bad remedies
Bad enemies baddest in the industry
Rest is history, to victory
Naw fuck
view in the world,
Spendin' my days catchin' these rays,
Watchin' coconut covered girls
They keep strollin' by,
And they keep rollin' in,
Like the waves
less than a tent with Elon Musk
The sorrow over the little joy,
I'm eating all I can to find a void inside me, boy,
With energies you'll always buy
rich boy, we got big toys
And you know they go ra ta ta ta
And they comin at cha, make you
Just Dance like you're Lady Gaga
Rocka by baby bye bye
No give
walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
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