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ray jr. – like whoa lyrics

[intro: ray jr.]
yeah
i’m still drinkin crystal (crystal)
and i’ll spit it in your face b-tch
put this d-ck in your mouth (in ya mouth)
and tell me how it taste b-tch (b-tch)
i’m keeping that, i’m keeping that

[hook: ray jr.]
yeah yeah 750 like whoa
gold wrist like whoa
new b-tch like whoa
but we don’t love these hoes
sippin crys like woah
stackin chips like woah
and your b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes

[verse 1: ray jr.]
ridin round with [?]
all gold party
lavish sneakers
don’t f-ck with mauri’s
got a b-tch named tari
-ss like the harri
i eat that p-ssy
like calamari

[dubo]
30 cap back ho
that’s a rap track roll
man these hoes ain’t sh-t
but cheese on a board
and i still might hit
swing dice with my life
i swear to god you trife
for my wannabe wife

[tezo]
yeah yeah
kick knack pattywack give a dog a bone, b-tch
f-ck your hair up
you gon’ need it hot comb
if i bought 10 watches i still wouldn’t have the time
for your bullsh-t
you full of bull sh-t

[ray jr.]
i’m just a young n-gga flexed out
white girls pull your chest out
new wheels for the [?]
free chase like a bailout
yeah
i don’t f-ck with no sneak p-ssy
no dried up too deep p-ssy
yeah thats your girl but my name on it
that’s me p-ssy

[hook]

(verse 2):
[dubo]
so i told my n-gga k
lemme hold a 100k
he said dub thats nothin
i can make it back today
so i hit my n-gga ray
he in the hood
that’s big homie
that n-gga eatin’ good

[ray jr.]
yeah
[?] in my polo boxers
got a nurse b-tch that’s a head doctor
coogi sweater n-gga who shot ya?
back shots like a chiropractor
[?] back for my skeezers
put this glock in your face like tweezers
d-ck hard as a icicle
b-tch open up that freezer

[tezo]
i’m bustin onions
and countin’ 100’s
but she ain’t stoppin’
she just keep suckin’
i’m over seas
i’m not a felon
but free my hood
these n-ggas tellin

[hook]

[machine gun kelly]
sh-t
mothaf-ckas gotta wait on this
est, thats my motherf-ckin’ team hoe

[verse 3: machine gun kelly]
came in the game like o dog
murder all these folks
rap game like the crack game
so i’m in the kitchen water-whippin’, cookin’ all this c0ke
16 bars of the pure white
32 if its a good night
750 like (skiiiirrrt)
burnin’ everybody on the turnpike
the block is never silent
it’s 10 o’clock in the morning i’m already hearing sirens
these motherf-ckers is violent
i’m focusin’ on my wallet
i’m tryna’ get that crossover money like allen iverson
and whatever car you’re driving i’m tryna’ supersize it
so i’m looking down at david you lookin’ up at goliath
man you never left the city i’m flyin’ up to an island
got dammit i’m stylin’
this young boy crazy
sippin’ pints of the jame-o
yeah thats my bae
got an -ss like j-lo
if you hatin’ better lay low
scratch that if you’re hatin’ you can stay broke
no i’m not hispanic but i swear this young man go hard for the peso
i go hard of the peso
young man goin’ hard for the peso
back then they ain’t n0body sayin’ nothing now i’m pullin’ up with something to make the whole hood say whoa
yeah say whoa
make the whole hood say whoa
and if i want i get it
i see it i hit it
i bet she won’t say no

[hook]

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