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ray cash - gwap nigga lyrics

doin’ m-th-rf-ckin’ favors man
ay, where atlanta at, what’s happenin’?
get drunk
it’s your boy ray cash i’m goin’ to the hood
i got my little n-gg-
state your name gangsta (pooh gutta! yeah)
it’s goin’ down right now man
red grill what i claim
you know my m-th-rf-ckin’ name b-tch
holla, ready pooh?

i got a couple bad b-tches and they love to f-ck
i pull it out their p-ssy and skeet on their b-tts
they call me ray dollas, daddy for short
mr. c-o-d b-tch, f-ck you thought
i’m still a pimp (pimp) with my own (own) you know
got ho’s clingin’ and swingin’ inside a yugo
trappin’ is a habit, i do it on the daily
look i ain’t in the cabinet so it’s f-ck you pay me
say ray gone crazy, hustle drove him insane
chrome -ss n-gg-‘s mad ’cause we ain’t eatin’ the same
i don’t know what you want but i will work like i got coupons
need a f-ckin’ bread truck, y’all can eat the croutons
what you know about a turkey sandwich with grey poupon?
we work money scale, all on the guitar
sendin’ rubberbands in my pocket, and understood
what you dissin’? show us here
naw b-tch, i’m in the hood

you got your hair pop (hair pop)
your nails right (nails right)
that -ss fat (-ss fat)
that p-ssy tight (that p-ssy tight)
n-gg-s get this gwap, it’s on it right
you hit the jackpot you’re goin’ home with me tonight

b-tch i’m a gwap n-gg- (gwap n-gg-)
gwap n-gg- (gwap n-gg-)
gwap n-gg- (gwap n-gg-) what you say?
b-tch i’m a gwap n-gg- (gwap n-gg-)
gwap n-gg- (gwap n-gg-)
gwap n-gg- (gwap n-gg-) b-tch i’m paid

it’s your boy gutta, just set the record straight
i’m on the track with ray (vrooom)
now that’s my p-ssy, ray
gwap n-gg-‘s rap real in that royal camp
and i got a lotta ho’s but i love all my loyal tramps
like paris, she do whatever fun to do
we had to let her go (why?)
(’cause that b-tch was a ho!)
we get paper and we get what we want
you n-gg-‘s can’t even do that (say it)
(aight n-gg-, you broke)
have my paper, or sh-t’ll get crazy
i have my main lady sing rock-a-bye baby
my gwap right so it’s eagles what we orderin’
don’t work that block right
we comin’ from (? nose after torres in?)

youngin’ where you at?
i’m in the hood, what you doin’?
gettin’ money, where you at?
i’m in the hood, what you doin’?
gettin’ money, where you at?
i’m in the hood, what you doin’?
gettin’ money, what you doin’?
gettin’ money, what you doin’?
gettin’ money

who them n-gg-‘s talkin’ sh-t
man f-ck them m-th-rf-ckers
go on ahead and earn your stripes
blocka-blocka-blocka-blocka

i went and picked up my youngin’
told him take a ride with your uncle
grandma’s givin’ it down there
’cause when we gon’ take a ride through these jungles
you know what i do with the flow and
you know i hustle on the humble
aw, my little n-gg- nrg
(now let’s get ready to rumble!)

- ray cash lyrics

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