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rubyred (usa) - eric mays lyrics

[intro]
oh, yeah, let’s go work (yeah)

[chorus]
i smoke loud like eric mays
i got dough like i got crepes
n+gga my sun, but he got no rays
i sing my song and they sing they praise
i want the penthouse, i want the acres
i wanna ball out just like the lakers, yeah
hold up, guess what? b+tch, i’m back
check my sleeve, got tricks up that
i hope that i go up soon, but i don’t wanna go up fast
i stayed young, but growed up fast
y’all still yearning for the past
none of y’all n+ggas playin’ with that guap, y’all got phony racks
i just ran off with that n+gga wallet, he got only cash
and i’m just tryna kick my feet up, but y’all don’t relax
them n+ggas say they wanna pull up and scr+p, but y’all won’t even clash
i bet that he think that he the future, but he won’t even last

[interlude]
i’m staying here and smoking gas (yeah)

[verse]
all that disrespectful lingo, what the f+ck it mean though?
they ask why i put in my two cents like i got c+notes
i’m smokin’ on that tree, b+tch, don’t play no f+ckin’ creed
ge+ge+get that record, spin that vinyl, 7.62 hit yo’ spinal
streaming don’t pay me enough, go and bump my sh+t off tidal (yeah)
don’t play with my guap, no arcade, run yo’ mouth, get jinxed like arcane
that boy finally took an l, i said, “welcome to that heartbreak”
[interlude]
oh, yeah, let’s go work
no son of mine is gonna be smoking dope

[outro]
why not, dad? is it any worse than your three+martini lunch?
what? no son of mine is gonna be drinking a three+martini lunch
why not, dad? is it any worse than your five+scotch breakfast?
what?

- rubyred usa lyrics

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