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dicey ray - will smith lyrics

big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (boom)
will smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (mmmmm)
new jawn, ass phat (ouhh) f+ckin’ ya hoe get ya b+tch back (bad b+tch)
run down, get wacked, now ya mama just want her little boy back
she like to blow but she never get high
face in a pillow, her ass to the sky
she keep runnin’ away so i hit from the side
picasso her face oops it got in her eye
watch me shine, just like mike in his prime
if you ain’t talken’ money, can’t give you my time
threw my brother an oop when i passed him a dime
yeah that’s my bro, that’s my slatt, that’s my slime
that’s not a team that’s my family (on god)
i got my brothers and i know that they got me (on god)
droppin’ buckets so we got all this gear for free (on god)
scoreboard lookin’ like we paid off the referee (on god)
high as a b+tch, had a moment of clarity
i’m not one of them, yeah, my kind is a rarity
i put in the work, and it brought me prosperity
they stealin’ my style that sh+t look like a parody
(mmmmmmmm)
big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (boom)
will smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (mmmmm)
new jawn, ass phat (ouhh) f+ckin’ ya hoe get ya b+tch back (bad b+tch)
run down, get wacked, now ya mama just want her little boy back
money keep floodin’ in
lately been thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ a cullinan
lately been stressed ’bout the work i been putin’ in
lately been calm but my patience been running thin
you can’t change the past, you can’t go back in time
better safer than sorry, boy keep you a nine
i’m blowin’ on gas while i’m spittin’ these rhymes
if i get a chance, lay it all on the line
lay it all on the line, i’m goin’ in blind
i’m feelin’ divine, lord give me a sign
i’m one of a kind, you too far behind
i been on my grind, now it’s my time to shine
it’s my time to shine, yeah i got your attention
you used to hate, now you all in my mentions
bad ass lil boy, used to stay in detention
switched out the clip, now i’m totin’ extensions
lost in the jungle but then i was found
i’m outta control like a dog at the pound
never too big, keep my shooters around
my pack loud as f+ck your sh+t don’t make a sound
(shh)
big racks, loud pack, .40 on me it got kickback (boom)
will smith, get smacked, no back and forth on the internet (mmmmm)
new jawn, ass phat (ouhh) f+ckin’ ya hoe get ya b+tch back (bad b+tch)
run down, get wacked, now ya mama just want her little boy back

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