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ray jr. - floatin' كلمات الأغنية

[chorus x 2]
b-tch i been gettin’ paid, i invented the wave
got some b-tches on my line and they go both ways
cell phone booming juging, tryna catch these plays
n-gga ask me whats the move? i say tonight, i’ma wave

[verse 1: ray jr]
maseratti floatin’, n-gga pockets swollen
$500 for the bally’s looking like i’m bowling
instagram scrolling, i’m tryna dm something
f-ck a young b-tch thats sleep, i’m tryna pm something
she just wanna have fun, she just turned 21
she let a couple n-ggas f-ck, her p-ssy tight as a nun
put your mouth on this gun, let me blow out your brain
broke n-ggas always screaming all p-ssy the same
n-gga stay in your lane, my n-ggas shoot at your basket
i know some lame cats, now they -ss in a casket
i’m true to the game, like silkk the shocker & p
not staying true to the game will get you ‘murdered’ like ‘c’

[verse 2: young dolph]
uh huh
sitting at the spot about to pour another 8
all the work gone, clientele gotta wait
catch me in yo trap n-gga dropping off weight
you know that b-tch thicker, when she walk, that -ss shake
oh i forgot to tell you that b-tch go both ways
neighborhood dope man, pulled up in a coupe
lit my weed up then 20 seconds, lost the roof
all these n-ggas fake, i’m wondering who can i trust
everybody tote scr-ps, but who gonna bust
that money i been getting too much
and lately i been getting too high
you can see all of that sh-t in my eyes

[refrain: ray jr]
maseratti floatin’, n-gga pockets swollen
$500 for the bally’s looking like i’m bowling
instagram scrolling, i’m tryna dm something
f-ck them young b-tches, stupid tryna pm something..

[verse 3: ray jr]
drop the top on that bent, my n-gga these bally’s yo rent
i like my p-ssy no scent, dressed in all black like i’m tint
hey i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
these n-ggas snakes & they fake
don’t bring no food to the table, but wanna eat off your plate
aye shake that -ss make it clap, drop it low to the ground
just got a text from yo b-tch, she musta heard i’m in town
f-ck the crooked -ss police & free my n-ggas thats bidding
i send some strippers to visit then throw a party in prison cause-

[outro: dj yomi yom (?)]
yea ray, talk that wavy sh-t n-gga, you know how we do
cleveland sh-t, you know come thru fly as f-ck, (?)
wavy players, big 50’s, big dusse’, clicquot for the pain, you know
ain’t no wave if my name ain’t on that sh-t n-gga
ain’t no mystery n-gga, million dollar (?) sh-t
get this money ray. ‘git paper, what up?

- ray jr

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