Lyrics:
In chat comme des garçons
Io johnny deep in blow
E che impressione dai
Se poi impressioni me
Non scordo ho i terabyte
Mi sparo un'altro shot
Per
speaking on my fame
Me and Ray Ray ubereating
Tryna come up just to eat
We ont never speak on beef
Gave my love to the streets
Til this day it's fuck
don’t jam, that’s a pay day
Praying for LAY Day
Booth that’s Vaca
Scoop that’s Ray Ray
Goof that’s Jay Jay
Bitch shout KK
Sis like Dey Dey
Oops meant
Money books fall off the page
I can tell they fake
I'm not Johnny Cage
Scorpion in rage
No face come with a case
They swear to god
I swear to me
Judging
I'll give a nigga they props, but in the end I'm still conceited
I'm the hardest out and that's just how a nigga see it
Shit, Stevie even see it
Ray
like blue ray
When they get a lil money they mood change
I treat all of these bitches like loose change
I might blow all this shit at the blue flame
Yea
the haters gotta goal
(I wear my shields)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)
Fuck ya Ray bans, don't try to provoke me
With ya
Never Tell a fib about the shit in mp3
I'm an alchemist
I do this shit, they "envy" me
And you took my heart
Shot it with a ray beam
And my beats like
I'm Johnny cage
Not playing games I'm here to murk you
And I'ma still be around just like a circle
Urkel... Did I do that?
Did I really just pull
Wockhardt,
Lil' bitch fucked with me in Made 10,
This shit not hard
Niggas mean mugging clutchin' pole
Like we don't got ours
Ray said he finna get the drop,
I'm Sweet Baby Ray's
Got the new Gucci shades, bitch, I feel like Johnny Cage
I just poured a deuce in a pink lemonade
Only sendin' shots, lil' nigga, I
Guitars: 崔展鸿
鼓 Drums: 李一丁
低音大提琴 Cello: Anna Kwan
中提琴 Viola: Johnny Viiii
电子音乐 Program music : 王菀之 Ivana Wong
录音师 Recording engineer : Derek Kwan
录音工作室
buddy Ray
I said hey hey hey
Ray what do ya say
On my way down to Nashville
With JPB but we're missing Bill
Bob's driving the minivan
While Nate and Kai
Baby Ray's
I'll give my all if I do nothin' else bitch I'm somethin else
Hot as hell this is shit that probably make December melt
Dope without a scale
strapped
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
Hurt so good, Ow, take it to the Ow, Methtical
Bring
strapped
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
Hurt so good, Ow, take it to the Ow, Methtical
Bring
One summer evening drunk as hell
I sat there nearly lifeless.
An old man in the corner sang,
Where the water lilies grow.
On the jukebox Johnny sang,
johnny sang
About a thing called love
And its how are you kid and whats your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming
Ah-yo, play it again Polo
Here's a fellow, sayin hello, Polo, mellow
P-O-L-O, shake em like Jell-o
Sonny you're funny like Johnny Carson
So I'm
said goodbye
This time
Not like before
It could be me but it seemed like I needn't return
That's right Little Johnny gets to go and fight his war
Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid, and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath
pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing
Johnny in
Casualties 'cause my reality is strapped
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
Hurt so good, Ow, take
Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or somethin'
You got game nigga
Fuck yo' game I got wrist game
I just bought a Bentley wit' my wrist game
Earn my
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