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yn jay & louie ray - head lyrics

[intro]
f+ck the fire, we got greese
it’s a wayne beat
[verse 1: louie ray]
i’m tryna get some tizzy top, that’s what i call head
lil ass arms tryna fight, look like frog legs
he took off running soon as he got beat, call him doggie
she suck the nuts like it was a d+ck, call it balled head
show me how you wanna do it, excepting all head
you can’t tell who i am, so foe might call up all red
gon’ bite this b+tch fasho, call her dog head
this b+tch d+mn near tall as me, call her ogre
girls love me, ’cause i spend bread, i turn down head
throw 150 grams inside my ball thats what my crown said
i f+ck with you, ’cause you livе how we live, that’s what my town said
i can’t let you n+ggas opеn up for me, i got my crowd dead
left the club without no destination, i wouldn’t have found head
she slopping crazy off this percocet, giving loud head
let me hit up mullah b+tch, tryna dial head
she looking at me while she blow the d+ck, giving proud head

[verse 2: yn jay]
still looking for it, lost and found head
i can’t find no wok, but i found red
you got some top from her, that b+tch she goofy, she got (uh yeah)
heads top, chest, stomach, feet that hit her arm and legs
bunch of fiends sitting in the spot, it was all heads
b+tch bite when she suck the d+ck, she got a dog head
how you know that b+tch got good head? ’cause she got tall legs
i be riding around with lucho, that’s who we call red
aw man, aw man, aw man
d+mn d+mn
bro was spying through the window, he think he saw peter pan
i just drunk an 8 of wok, d+mn, i gotta pee again
i’m that n+gga, calling shots, in the club, with a hundred shots
ho sh+t, i call it out
bank account, that’s a large amount
oh you sippin? probably not wok
hold on, b+tch, pardin me
pardin me, pardin me, pardin me
pardin me, hood n+gga, that’s the part in me
sip on lean til i fall asleep, she don’t want some, she want all of me
your phone dead, you can call on me
thats a dookie roll i got a dog cheeks
this hairy grey got foggy seats
hold on, wait, let me hear the beat
brand new fortune, you ain’t seen a creese
b+tch, bend over, let me see them cheeks
b+tch do some push ups, this n+ggas weak
b+tch trick, always need a treat
if i don’t speak, b+tch dont needa speak
she dont be getting woopers, she be getting beat
b+tch staring at me, she ain’t even blink
i got ricks on me, what you still on
riding round with a bl!ck on me
left wrist, 4 bricks on me
n+gga walk around with some sh+t on him

- yn jay louie ray lyrics

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