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fat ray - old faithful lyrics

[verse 1: fat ray]
drugs, at the mgm grand, at the dice table
tell your boss “shoot the whole label”
nina ross, call her “old faithful,” she’ll cold case you
a lot of lil’ n+ggas ungrateful
i’ma spank ’em with the bars, bettin’ all the odds
[?] ray session, like a blessing from the lord
automatic weapons on the floor, come creepin’ through the door
i’m shooting like griffin on the court
the drip hit different at the source
fresh to death, bad b+tches tryna check a n+gga pulse
the cops been knockin’ n+ggas off, breakin’ n+ggas hearts
they ain’t even lettin’ n+ggas march
why would they respect a n+gga art? clever with the darts
goin’ like tony with the starks
honestly it gotta be the clarks, swimmin’ with the sharks
mike amiri denim in the bar
pile of bad b+tches in the car
smokin’ out the jar, put the whole zip in the cigar
sh+t hittin’ like fenton in the tar, running from the law
let my n+gga wolf tell ’em who we are

[verse 2: bruiser wolf]
45’s, i got [?]
the nose on that b+tch look like scotty pippen (yeah)
who that in yo’ trap trippin’, f+ckin’ with ya (f+ckin’ with ya)
who that in yo’ trap with that pyrex vision (uh)
dope game stupid, i thought i told [?] (i told him that)
but he kept hustlin’ and sold another slab
my baby, you could get life in a jail cell
for steppin’ on white, that’s walkin’ on eggsh+lls
but send packages through air mail
yeah, go shoppin’ [?]
hope the people that’s watchin’ won’t tell 12
because these circles go around like a carousel
huh, but they don’t know what i mean
until they steppin’ on squares of white like mike and billie jean (yeah)
you ain’t trappin’ my baby
we strap yo’ b+tch with that package, look like she havin’ a baby
i be with blue faces like papa smurf (papa)
pushing boy and girl, just like childbirth (yeah)
we hustle, hope we don’t see the joint
life’s a rollercoaster, hope you see the point, uh
[outro: fat ray]
let’s go

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