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carl legrett 2 - wayne616 lyrics

[verse 1: louie ray]
you talk about me, but won’t tell me it’s sibiminal
i just walked out the trap, i’m a criminal
i’ma scoop [?] like serial
you n*ggas ain’t on sh*t, i’m telling you
i got way too many hoes, i’m telling you
least a hundred racks [?] i’m telling you
we gon’ drive the scats to the shows, i’m telling you
smoking out at least half a boll, i’m telling you
i was just f*cking her, i’m telling you
i don’t trust dawg, he [?] like a snitch, i’m telling you
this the real louie v, i’m telling you
i’m somebody that they can’t remake, i’m telling you

[verse 2: yn jay]
i’m finna f*ck your b*tch, i’m telling you
i’m finna put a b*tch out, i’m telling you
i know a n*gga went to jail, but he was telling too
i know a n*gga graduated, he was a fellin too
i know a n*gga show mе love, but he was jealous too
i know a n*gga hit dawg, hе was selling food
four of wok in [?] i was extra blue
got a [?] but i be blessing too
i be probably mixing up designer, i be dressing [?]
riding with a [?] lettace and some dressing too
i don’t ever f*ck my old b*tches, all my b*tches new
marbel floors what you stepping on, b*tch, the kitchen new
ain’t n0body see when i was whipping [?] kitchen [?]
[?] smoke a big ass backwood [?] kitchen blew
she ain’t knew i beat the [?] but my b*tches knew
i can’t hear one b*tch, i’ma stick and move
i can’t fall in love with no b*tches, ’cause these b*tches [?]
your b*tch smoke cigarettes, she be sipping brews
b*tch, your breath stink bad, smell like pickle juice
hit a b*tch, then i hit her friend, this a switch a roo
mo weed, she gon’ let me f*ck, she be
ah
she be drinking too
[verse 3: louie ray]
i can see the racks clear, they visual
i can’t see my granddad, but i’m hearing you
this life is truely a blessing, i’m spiritual
i’m [?] rich indevidual
[?] i’m telling you
i sold crack to a [?] racks, i’m telling you
she came through to get her back cracked, i’m telling you
that was your b*tch, i wouldn’t want her back, i’m telling you
two fifty for the hat, i’m telling you
off white shirt match the hat, i’m telling you
today i’m wearing twenty five racks, i’m telling you
out of all the hoes i f*cked, most is rats, i’m telling you
got a [?] i’m telling you
we just made the rap game change, i’m telling you
me and jay worth the most racks, i’m telling you
ain’t even gotta ask do we charge back? i’m telling you

- wayne616 lyrics

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