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louie ray – umm كلمات اغاني

[intro]
f_ck the fire, we got grease
alright, alright, mmmm
alright, alright, yeah
sh_t!
alright, mmm

[verse]
i don’t give a f_ck, i ride alone
i wake up, pull the covers off and throw diamonds on
kicked the b_tch out like (hey!)
how you ridin’ home?
platinum chains hangin’ on my neck, look like cadi_chrome
sh_t! sh_t!
(just shinin’ though, i ain’t gon’ lie)
don’t ask me to help you to get no paper, n_gga, buy a phone
i’m tired of n_ggas askin’ for my help, while i’m gettin’ on
d_mn near make me think you tryna count what i’m sittin’ on
i can’t near think_
ah, f_ck, n_gga
i can’t near keep count of all the n_ggas i’m sh_ttin’ on
alright, i’s f_ck the hoes better when their ass ain’t silicone
n_ggas shootin’ shots at me, you still like little bro (little bro)
i’m the first hit you off with a peli_co
prolly came through the hood, but never came through the alley though
i was in cali with a strap, me and sky ain’t the hoods, though
ain’t no limits to the sky, but i get high as i could though (woo!)
the chrome heart got a soft spot for drinkin’ wok
this a forty_one bustdown on me, it’s not a clock
he be on some, tryna be like a n_gga, he not a opp
stock dealers only one short street, but it’s the block
ain’t no go live_
ay, turn that phone off my n_gga! (chill out)
loot at ’em, i got ’em shocked, my n_gga
it paid off, i was in studios a lot, my n_gga
pushin’ dope, my eyes, i finna rolled a lot, my n_gga
treat everybody like a brother, n_gga
it’s weird though, ’cause some get on to hang with other n_ggas
for real though, it’s playin’ both sides fumble n_ggas
they fallin’ back the f_ck off, that’s where humble n_ggas
(i keep it real, though)
without no gloves on, couldn’t rumble wit’ us
four lines in one, tryna rap_
alright, alright, alright
four lines in the pop, tryna rap, couldn’t bumble with us
still f_ckin’ up my money at the intercontidentals
i got flavors right for weed on me, we ain’t movin’ skittles
sellin’ riddles, they in candles (alright)
goin’ hard with the hussle, ain’t bein’ gentle
still gotta ride fly, this a benz rental
cousin walk down a brick, you can tell ’cause my team’s ready
now, he ain’t blowin’ big woods, i can tell ’cause his tail’s little
how much weed did you just fire up, ’cause it smell little (little)
[outro]
(they ain’t fired up sh_t, n_gga)

- louie ray

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