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wayne gretzky - king rye x louie ray lyrics

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(louie ray)

too much drank for a baby bottle i might f*ck alr

i got too much drank for a baby bottle i might f*ck her raw tonight make a babymomma

you can stop a n*gga engine you just need a choppa

i coulda been a pablo i just needed blanco

1000 in cash is the new dollar

you ain’t really getting money unless it’s two commas

you a think i had 100 feet gotta shoe problem

and nah i don’t really like you that’s a new problem

buss open the trap get a few out it

it’s hard being broke and not knowing what to do about it

(king rye)

i got a short temper don’t test me
i came iced out stocked up wayne gretzky

hittin corners through the hood like i made it

my n*gga got bail this morning so i paid it

caught a play and upgraded to a big bag

thought he wanted smoke until i left him with a sh*tbag

p*ssy n*gga tried to rush me in a porsche

now he sitting still getting cold in the morgue

i don’t write no statements let me calm down

when i dream all i hear is 30 round sounds

i’m in the streets it’s the only way i get paid

i ont got no time for that n*gga cause he b*tch made

(louie ray)

late night with a b*tch she getting pound down
late night shots 30 rounds sounds

i compare the weed to the sound cause it’s too loud
in my hood i got everything locked within two miles

i’m concrete i bruise out

who tryna buy a brick i got two now

i… want the opps to die like pull the tube out

i left everything in my last crib like i ain’t move out

(king rye)

they ain’t going where we going they ain’t real enough

shouldna popped em in the head he ain’t feel enough

take em for his sh*t cause he a walkin l!ck

got real n*ggas in the feds and they walking sh*t

i got real deal straps like john wick

you don’t even got your own car that’s yo mom sh*t
i drunk too much lean no it’s over

popped a adderall in 30 minutes i was sober

it’s no question whether imma slide

you talk that sh*t to louie know it’s fenna be a homicide

babies crying

mommas dying

yea this sh*t get too real

i shot it then i went and got some wings call me lou will

d*mn

now i’m trippin, i’m ballin on these hoes
you ain’t even scottie pippen

i let her take a small sip of wocki now she trippin

i never hold a bag too long cause it’s flippin

- king rye x louie ray lyrics

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