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louie ray - instressing lyrics

[intro: louie ray]
(gas, it was cookin’)
sh+t!
okay

[verse 1: louie ray]
put him on his ass+
okay
put him on his+
alright, yeah
put him on his ass, he a bully
last time you had some gas+
alright, alright, alright, yeah
put him on his ass, he a bully
last time that i heard you had gas, it was cookie
put two backwoods side to side, roll a footie
i’m with two hoes, ain’t keepin’ promises ’cause i’m a boogie
prolly couldn’t even tell the ar was under the hoodie
he get out of line while we in the bars, i would be
my n+gga said he tryna catch another body, so i took it
i’m too street for industry, feel like they overlook me

[verse 2: lil yachty]
need to be at least a hunnid+fifty+thousand if they book me
lookin’ over my shoulder, that’s why i got soldiеrs holdin’ me over
told two glocks, hit a rover, parkеd down by the river
get some shoulders, rockin’ a mink, it’s cold+a
he a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota
he a worker boy, gotta meet his quota
ridin’ around with a point guard, like i’m dellavedova
f+ck a n+gga, said it two times, like i’m casanova
my b+tch rich, she want a steady man, think i’m f+ckin’ over
[verse 3: louie ray]
ah!
where the f+ck is philly at?
i was in philadelphia, like where the f+ck is philly at?
i’m in the streets, i’m in outside where all the trouble at
used to give ’em lighters with they dope, and tell ’em
call this number back
okay, we’re sh+t talkin’, talk sh+t, this not the mumble rap
callin’ n+ggas broke in they face, okay, this not the humble rap
i can’t see me fallin’ off, i got the hottest stumble back
i’m f+ckin’ five hoes at once, like it ain’t hard to juggle that
he ain’t got a solid foundation, we gon’ crumble that
left qc to sell a q.p., call uber back
he flock the street, parted up the test again, where the tutor at?
how the f+ck these n+ggas keep gettin’ dropped
where the shooters at?

[verse 4: lil yachty]
why these young b+tches keep gettin’ pregnant
where the cougars at?
i ain’t talkin’ new crib when i say
where my movers at?
when these n+ggas start talkin’ big homie sh+t
that’s where they lose me at
the second i found out she ain’t f+ckin’
same second i found out where her uber’s at
on god!
shoutout all the young n+ggas, real n+ggas, and the dough dealers
might not wanna bring ’em around us, we the hoe k!llers
might not wanna bring ’em around us, we the hoe stealers (go)
backdoor kickers, finally started talkin’ my sh+t, made eight figures
any b+tch i think i can’t f+ck, n+ggas don’t know
i ain’t have to pay her for sh+t, these my hoes
[verse 5: louie ray & lil yachty]
(okay)
you prolly go to macy’s, i’m a saks fifth+er
gotta have my hoes in racks, i think stacks fit her
she gon’ put a dime in her back, that’s a ass lifter
i be sayin’ i don’t give a f+ck, i’m not a ass kisser
i be in they b+tch, aight
i be gettin’ in a b+tch good, you ever had liver?
i’mma eat the plate, wild as h+ll, i never had dinner
i’m the team captain for the squad, i’m not a half+member

[verse 6: lil yachty]
how many hoes i f+cked in my life? i don’t half+remember
i do know i made like ten+million since the last november
why when i open my head out the window, dawg, it’s still the winter
on they ass, she think i’m a pirate, shiver me timbers

[verse 7: louie ray]
it really ain’t that far to drive to michigan
i’mma hold the road down, pop a michelin
(pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
this streets instressing

[outro: lil yachty]
n+gga, you mean interesting?
the f+ck?

- louie ray lyrics

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