ray jr – like woah lyrics
feat. machine gun kelly, tezo, dub-o
(intro)
i’m still drinking christop
and now i spit it in ya face, b-tch
put this d-ck in ya mouth
and tell me how it taste, b-tch!
i’m keepin’ that x2
(hook)
yep, yeah, seven fifty like woah
gold wrist like woah
new b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes
sippin’ fish like woah
stacking chips like woah
in ya b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes
(verse)
run around with artie
all go party
lavish sneakers
don’t f-ck with mauri’s
got a b-tch named tari
-ss like the hari
i eat that p-ssy
like calamari
put the cat back, hoe
that’s a rap track, woah
man, these hoes ain’t sh-t,
put cheese on the bar
and i still might hit,
shooting dice for my life
i swear to god you thrife
for my wanna-be wife
nip-nat, potty-wat
give her dog a bone, b-tch
f-ck yo head,
cause you gon’ need a high cone
if i bought ten watches,
i still wouldn’t have the time
for yo bullsh-t, you full o’bullsh-t
i’m just a yung n-gg- flexed out
white girl, put ya chest out
new wheels, put a bail out
free chase like a bail out
i don’t f-ck wit no sneak p-ssy
no dried up too deep p-ssy
yeah, that’s yo girl
but my name’s on that neat p-ssy
(hook)
got me feelin’ like woah
gold wrist like woah
new b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes
sippin’ fish like woah
stacking chips like woah
in ya b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes
(verse)
so i told my n-gg- k
lemme hold a hundid k
he said yo best night
i can make it back today
so i hit my n-gg- ray
he in the hood
that’s big homie
a n-gg- eatin’ good
week-ends in my pull-out boxes
got a nurse b-tch that’s a head doctor
coojie sweater, n-gg-, who shot ya?
back shots like a kiropractor
working back from my skeezers
put this glock in ya face like tweezers
d-ck hard like ice
b-tch, open up, i’m freezin’!
i bust them onions
and pop them hundids
but she ain’t stoppin’
she just keep suckin’
i’m ova seas
i’m not a villain
but free my hood,
these n-gg-s tellin’
(hook)
got me feelin’ like woah
gold wrist like woah
new b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes
sippin’ fish like woah
stacking chips like woah
in ya b-tch like woah
but we don’t love these hoes
(m-th-f-ckas gotta wait on this)
(bst, that’s my m-th-f-ckin’ team)
came in the game like o.dawg
(prrrra)
murder all these f-cks
rap game like the crack game
so i’m in the kitchen,
wandrin’ what they cookin’ out
it’s c-ke!
sixteen bars and the pure white
32 opus of good night
sayn 50 like (craa)
burnin’ everybody on the turnpipe
the block is neva silent
it’s ten o’clock in the mornin’
i’m already hearin’ sirens
these m-th-rf-ckers is ballin’
i’m not f-ckin’ seein’ my wallet
i’m tryna get the cross
ova money like i’m nervous
i may neva caught you drivin’
i’m tryna supersize it,
so i’m lookin’ down at david
you lookin’ to bake alive
man, you barely left the city
i’m flying up to -n-le
godd-mn it, i’m starvin’
this yung boy cris
drink a pipe for the (???)
yeah, that’s my babe
got an -ss like j-lo
if ya hatin’, betta stay low
scratch that
if ya hatin’, betta stay low
no, i’m not hispanic
but i swear this young man
go hard for the pesso
i go hard for the pesso
back then, ain’t n-body sayn nothin’ hard
i’m pullin’ up to the sign and make the whole hood say woah
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