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ray r-15 (rapper) – day n nite freestyle lyrics

[intro: marrgielaa]
and i’m sippin’ on redddd too
innat’ court, he don’t know what to do
you a rat, n+gga, what happened to you?
say you got that glocks, but i’m havin’ them too
outside on that block, not in the stu’
these n+gga don’t know what i go through
if i catch a opp, you know i’m gon’ shoot

[verse 1: ray r+15]
with the stick, n+gga, i get to dumpin’, yeah
let that choppa sing like instruments, they some trumpets, yeah
n+gga, they gon’ laugh at you until you prove somethin’
slide with giela, we pull up to the function
up the glock now they cryin’ like i cut onions
bodies on top of bodies, i chase a bunion
f+ck on that hoe, make her feel it in her stomach
nah, n+gga, you gotta go, this ain’t no zone for lovin’
what do you gain from a hoe? n+gga, nothing
she gon’ give her brain, she gon’ givе maya buckets
lead genеration, yes, i made that b+tch somethin’
i can see straight through these n+ggas, they ain’t on nothin’
shoot from 3 with glock like i’m on the nuggets, uh
baby, pleaseee
pleaseee put the stick in purse, i can not tuck it
playin’ with the stick, n+gga, i ’cause ruckus
aim with the stick and splat at his pumpkin, yeah
stick make a n+gga “teach me how to dougie”
said that boy 6’2, i get to dumpin’
you will get fried like chicken in kentucky
put bread on his head, it’ll get ugly
get that n+gga touched for a little money
get that n+gga touched for some blue hunnids’
i ride with that chop just like it came with dummy’s
move with all that f+ck sh+t, i ain’t dumb
we got all that smoke for whoever want it
came with that glock, n+gga, i get to clutchin’
i up that mop stick and get to drummin’
[verse 2: marrgielaa]
i up the stick when i hop out that coupe
you a b+tch, n+gga, you not gon’ shoot
i’m in the field, i’on know about you
youngggg n+gga, don’t f+ck with no jew’
i dropped out of school, i’on follow no rule
i’m outside, i got the tool
i’m runnin’ from 12, you know what i do
one cup, n+gga, i got two
i got the drugs on me too
i catch me a opp, you know, i shoot
you got the drugs, i got the tools
i’m sellin’ them bags, don’t sell ’em to you
that chop, eat a n+gga like some soup
hop out the truck, don’t hop out the coupe
that money, b+tch, it’s green and blue…
and i’m sippin’ on redddd too
innat’ court, he don’t know what to do
you a rat, n+gga, what happened to you?
say you got that glocks, but i’m havin’ them too
outside on that block, not in the stu’
these n+gga don’t know what i go through
if i catch a opp, you know i’m gon’ shoot

- ray r 15 rapper lyrics

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