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louie ray - getting hotter كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
slap the car in drive, tryna—
slap the car in drive, tryna— while i skrrt, skrrt
yeah, alright (his name’s pablo)

[verse]
slap the car in drive, do a dollar
lot of n_ggas coolin’ off, i’m gettin’ hotter
she thought this coat was a nautica, but that’s a nada
my skully cap cost eleven hun’, that’s prada (man)
man, i’m bigger than hood rich, i got a hood b_tch
today, we gon’ kick it at the store, hood sh_t
four of red, four of wock’, one of trish, that’s a mix
we got .308s and f&ns with us, not a switch (at all)
alright, turn up, make ’em feel it (okay)
he always got some tough sh_t to say, make him live it
bro high, can’t even hold his cup up, ’bout to spill it
her p_ssy done, i compare it to a car without a transmission (sh_t)
i be passin’ off the rock, i got nine assists
my boy in shootouts every week, he got five attempts
i hit the dice game, he couldn’t throw a five_nine— (for shh)
i hit the dice game, he couldn’t throw a five_nine for sh_t
sometimes, i get on instagram and respond to sh_t (okay)
got dope_man hands, i could palm a brick
palm angels track suit (huh), stripe blue
she gotta let me do what i’ma do ’cause i might choose
gotta play to win, but always know that you might lose
i got so many twenties at the crib, i buy blues (what you got?)
it ain’t really trickin’ when you rich, i buy boos
told her don’t be trippin’ over me, i tie shoes
my red b_tch sensitive, she might bruise
i can’t take you home, but i could f_ck you in a nice room (come on)
even though this the small sh_t like my isuz’
street n_gga, but i’m smart as h_ll, it’s my iq (smart)
ain’t broke the benz in yet, it’s like new (okay)
white forces last me a day, that’s why i buy two
i can’t get caught sittin’ in the trap, i just pop through
alright (yeah, i’m just chillin’ for real)
you don’t speak ’cause your mans don’t speak, you an opp too
you gave up info on a crime, you a cop too
tellin’ at an all_time high, got me shocked too (d_mn)
i k!lled my cup, now the pop through (ooh)
a lot of motherf_ckers tried, but we got through
and i ain’t comfortable with sayin’ sh_t that’s not true
yeah, you know i’m lookin’ for it, but it’s not you
the baby hairs on my b_tches real, it’s not blew (on god)
i came all fifties on a b_tch, it’s not blue
went over mountains tryna get this sh_t, this what i do
louis bag with the weed compartment in it— d_mn, yup
louis bag with the weed compartment, i could hide juice
pop half of the perc’, give her round two
all her friends wanna f_ck with me, knock ’em down too
i did a show, got the ho dome, sold a pound too (d_mn)
choke the game out, this a ground move
they book me ’cause they know i make a crowd move
somebody big gotta bring me out, let the crowd choose (come on)
let the crowd choose, you feel me? (bring me out)
yeah, i got enough, still buyin’ jewels
don’t tell me what happened on the ‘book, that’s not news
you gotta have motion tryna hang with me, them my rules
them hundred_some million streams i got? them my views
[outro]
that’s my sh_t, like, n_gga, i’m doin’ the views on my time, like
that ain’t includin’ what i got goin’ on with other people, hmm

- louie ray

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