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crack house - louie ray lyrics

[verse 1: louie ray]
i got chopper choppers, we gon’ knock sh*t off his top, we hitting his gualla gualla
this new l!ck i got so [?], might be rich tomorrow
if you want [?] leave the partners
my hood so hood, but this sh*t [?] the projects
there ain’t too many make it out this sh*t, i’m living prada
this ain’t that what i want or what i saw, i did and got it
some sh*t f*ck with my mind for real, but i just hate the topic
i used to have them racks in shoes, now i got bank deposits
i put like 20 boles in there, this sh*t gon’ stank the closet
i was broke so long for real, bro, i couldn’t wait to sign it
i lost myself, couldn’t wait to find it
this new bag that y’all call money, came with weight inside it
you know i grind hard, but i ain’t tryna see myself sitting in a cell
grind hard and show the world that you just need yourself
lotta n*ggas died or went to jail, ’cause they couldn’t get no help
i know some rich motherf*ckers who [?] i’m talking welth
i think i’m crazy, ’cause sometimes i just talk to myself
he said his [?] 40 racks, i got that sh*t in bails

[verse 2: yn jay]
i move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
i move fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
bro hop out, bao bao, bao, [?] your ass
i skirt off, i do the dash
i do the dash
[?] i’m shooting dice, i’m throwing nats, nats
[?] bad b*tches fine, but you ain’t even know that they rats, rats, rats
[?] out here telling, [?] out here rats, rats, rats
[?] i know that they got my back
[?] come from [?]
lil brodie get low, [?]
send shots first, but i heard some bullets come back, back, back
[verse 3: louie ray]
i’m jumping out the newest benz, they got this b*tch on matt black
i’ve been getting so much money lately, who gon’ match that?
you can see that p*ssy through them jeans, man, that cat fat
this b*tch ain’t even got no back for real, she got her waist sn*tched
she been up and down because of stress, but got her weight back
came to baltimore to see the fight, i’m like where tank at?
n*ggas’ stories don’t be raw for real, that sh*t be fake
my hood love me so much for what i did, i’m high in rank
it’s so much [?] sometimes you hate what came with fame
i grew so much in these last couple years, i ain’t the same

- louie ray lyrics

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