Lyrics:
on a date race and sedate
I know you lie to me
You just don't lie to my face
I can't be great ‘til I'm grateful for it
You just want hate, you got a gift for
Good nigga, good heart
Lotta lives was saved by (me), salute
Bad Boy, Ruff Ryder, lotta money was made by (me)
Real talk
Large bag from Steve Stout,
on my horse, suckin' dick to Bob Dylan
Don't think twice, it's alright to get filling
Another girl by sundown, God, lord willing
I'm a born sinner, know
like Steve jobs with missed calls
Forget a phone I'm in my zone
Make my talk overload
Big talk cause always in my mode
Forget going out I'm in my
such a good time
I'm having a ball
(Don't stop me now)
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
(Don't stop me now)
'Cause I'm having a good
Yeah ay
You gotta be ready to die for it
Go get your own by any means
I can do all this shit blindfolded
Can play the keys like I'm Steve
Put your
broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your
Marj and I'm Steve Harvey
You gone die mine
I got you these Audemar Pigets
She gave me the time of the day cuz I ain't like the rest
She said all these
Family on my back I got everything, E, Sauce, Steve on the track that's a murder scene
Tell 'em pull out the yellow tape, my family don't separate
I
at 13, he was 41 taken from us
Say numbers don't lie
Helicopters drop from the sky
You live by it, you die by it
Kobe chose to fly
Great man, great father
On my way, hey
On my way, yeah
You know me you know you a vibe
Steve was with me he slide
I promise I hear all the cries, yeah
On my way, hey
On my
Jesse pinkman Walter white ways don’t get blinded from these sun rays
Me and money just like me and my girl... wait I don’t gotta say it Jesse help me
bitch can't learn that you just can't mack me
I'm off of Gin and Juice don't even introduce
If you ain't fucking back up 'cause I'm free to choose
I
Hair long, tatted on her back
I get her a first class flight to where my show is
Smoke weed, don't smoke weed
Cash contact, get drunk
Let me hit once,
it's a habit
Call me Steve Jobs, with a mac 10 in my jacket
I'm a samurai, I'll make you die,
Pull this choppa outside of my waist, dump it in between
mothafuckas...huh
[Chorus]
(scratching) Payback, Payback, Yeahh..I had to do it man...
Payback, Payback
Its Ray Cash man, right now you call me Ray
like Elizabeth Shue
We got bruised
She said my name's Steve Perry, baby
People call me Circuit City
I'm so well connected
My UPC is dialed into
loco
Trying to call the popo
That's a 44
With the no no
Chasin payday
With my nigga ray ray
Pulling up in the driveway
Rocking jay jays
Aye aye stop
a sticky ass pound for ya
Break it down, roll it,
Light it up, Toke it
Get high by myself,
I don’t need no-one to smoke with
But it’s fine and dandy if you
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
blues clues, Call they ass Steve
Dripping like the rain on the window pane, sauce bending avatar bitch better call me Aang
Fighting Like Tekken All In My
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
free
That's why I'm workin' hard
We do it all for Steve
So we gone do it large
I cannot hang wit no bitch or no nigga who try to control me yeah
I see
it come get it
I don't want the pussy
If it ain't exquisite
Pull up and fuck me
Girl its been a minute
Beat up the box
Like i'm Sugar Ray Leonard
Gucci
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