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head - yn jay & louie ray 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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