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louie ray - bag on his head كلمات أغنية

[intro: louie ray & babyfxce e]
mhm
bag on his head, i put a— alright, bet (do that)
bag on his head, i put a— alright, bet (do that)
bag on his head, i put some— on that boy
i put a number on that boy
i took the summer on that boy
yop (it’s with an x, n_gga, ah)

[verse 1: louie ray]
bag on his head, i put a number on that boy
head for seven months, i put the summer on that boy
slime a n_gga out, put a gunner on that boy
he go anywhere for p_ssy, put the sh— d_mn (alright, bet)
he go anywhere for p_ssy, put a runner on that boy
i went to a show and end up stayin’ up the whole night
got done and kicked it with her seven minutes, not the whole night (ho)
you the type of n_gga need some p_ssy, bro, you rolled tight (what the f_ck?)
that dude that look like me in the trap, that’s my decoy
tryna sell fent’ with the mix like it’s real boy (shh)
light with the cl!ck with the switch, this a real toy
n_gga credit card ain’t even workin’, it declined, void (void)
i was sellin’ crack on side the house, on the side ‘noid
i ain’t even got to sign yet, b_tch, i’m unemployed (swear)
mm, i pour deuces all day ’cause that’s what i enjoy
uh, he couldn’t make it in these streets, this sh_t wasn’t never for him (nope)
okay, he tryna buy some fish, i’m ’bout to number_four him (come on)
type of n_gga thinkin’ that i wanna, i can’t do nothin’ but show him
flint only seventy_five streets, i can’t do nothin’ but know him (f_ck you goin’?)
i hate when n_ggas too close on the stage, we tryna elbow him (get the f_ck back)
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
was finna bogart a n_gga walkin’ out the store (b_tch)
asked bro, “do you got your pole?” he say, “i’m strapped for sure” (duh)
stash house and the trap house, we strappin’ up the floor
flint f_ckin’ up the rap game, they tryna sn_tch the flow (huh)
n_gga, don’t call me bro, you ain’t no kin to me (yop)
you want forty_five a p, you better sell that sh_t ten a g
feel like mob, the switch got too much energy (frrt, frrt)
this an fn, you f_ck n_ggas don’t put fear in me (f_ck?)
yeah, that sh_t gon’ go over they head (yop)
b_tch, i’m off some wock’, i’m finna pop, then i’m goin’ to bed
i paid six for a hat just to go on my head (uh_huh)
ski mask under that just to cover my dreads (b_tch)
b_tch, i’m off that pack— hold on (hold on, b_tch)
b_tch, i’m off that pack, i’m tryna f_ck, you better not run from it (yop)
got the neck from her friend, she a bloodsucker
that’s my mans, but i treat him like my blood brother
f_ck a b_tch and tell my girl that’s my blood cousin
they heard me and lou was comin’, that got the club jumpin’
i just made ten thousand, another dub comin’ (yep)
the brr on the back of the glock got the gun jumpin’ (d_mn)

[verse 3: louie ray]
she f_ck with me, if they got the fapper, she’ll duck with me
type of b_tch bussin’ her lil’ hit when she give it up with me
miss granny tellin’ me to leave, she was tough with me
learned how to scam, it’s a fight, bro’ll punch with me
what you actin’ like my daddy baby mama? that’s enough with me
if we ain’t locked in, you gotta call around, ain’t get in touch with me
lyin’ like you really dropped somethin’, tryna stunt with me (why you lyin’ to me?)
i hate when a n_gga try to front to me
never would’ve paid eleven racks for a jubilee
i’m toxic with the b_tches that i like, you ain’t through with me (come here)
your rich ass could buy the whole block, you ain’t movin’ me
the car could only have a couple miles and that’s used to me
drank got me wantin’ to buy drank, i’m abusin’ me
i took a break to come back even harder, improvin’ me
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
cheat on her first because i know she’ll do it to me (b_tch)
don’t gotta pay her sh_t because i know she’ll do it for free (on god)
freak b_tch, she just wanna drink on cheap sh_t (uh_huh)
2_3 with a g_flex is what i sleep with (frrt, frrt)
chopsticks, but silverware is what i eat with
four bricks of cheese, lookin’ like a deep dish (sh_t)
i’m in your hood in the morning like i’m cheesestixxs (what you on?)
striker gang, i’ll come and get your keys sn_tched
blow all his money at the mall, now he tryna get his cheese back
she suck d_ck for so long, the ground made her knees flat

- louie ray

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