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ray vaughn - look @ god lyrics

[chorus: ray vaughn]
ayy, from the windows to the wall (to the wall)
county checks and the ebt cards (‘t cards)
could be worse if i woke up, y’all (woke up)
could be worse if i wasn’t top dawg (ayy)
look at god, look at god (look at god)
every second of my life, i’ma ball (i’ma ball)
look at god (look at god), look at god (look at god)
could be worse if i woke up, y’all

[verse 1: ray vaughn]
ayy, check oven, got bread, made it do a cartwheel
i’m left field, westfield, blue bills, fox hills
laugh now, cry later ’cause i’m top tier
loud mouthin’ and all in traffic, he got parked steel (parked steel)
check this temp, i been sending out them hot waves, i’m top grade
i ain’t scared to die, guess who got grazed? do not play
baby, i’m muhammad in my block phase
bleed a block, block a b_tch, pull up with them box braids (box braids)
hoppin’ out of benzes, i’m trendin’
the city is ascendin’, my bl!cky in attendance, ayy, ayy
’cause i know what’s coming like the simpsons, ayy, ayy
got put on a tea for all that lipton
seven bad friends in a whole group, eight
if they from l.a. county, bet they all roommates (all roommates)
bbl healed, she just got a new shape (a new shape)
f_cked two mixed girls, i made a new race
[chorus: ray vaughn]
ayy, from the windows to the wall (to the wall)
county checks and the ebt cards (‘t cards)
could be worse if i woke up, y’all (woke up)
could be worse if i wasn’t top dawg (ayy)
look at god, look at god (look at god)
every second of my life, i’ma ball (i’ma ball)
look at god (look at god), look at god (look at god)
could be worse if i woke up, y’all

[verse 2: ray vaughn]
keep my mouth full of gold, and i’m runnin’ with affiliates
cadados from the pig feet, world series, hit or miss
n_ggas don’t like donald trump, but they wanna politic
break me off some munyun, that p_ssy a chef’s kiss
ayy, i f_cked every bitty on my friend’s list (ayy)
i f_cked every bitty i was friends with
a weirdo is somebody i’on shake hands with
it’s a spectrum full of n_ggas i make bands with
try wop and get ghosted like a haunted house
we burnered down, burnered down, burnered down
poly tattoos for the whole town
white girl ridin’ shotgun, they love in_n_out
barbeque grill in my mug shot
house party go up, in that livin’ room with gunshots
wi_fi check glovebox, stand by me, need sunblock
pump fake, get gumdrop, hoes love me like young ‘pac
[chorus: ray vaughn]
from the windows to the wall (to the wall)
county checks and the ebt cards (‘t cards)
could be worse if i woke up, y’all (woke up)
could be worse if i wasn’t top dawg (ayy)
look at god, look at god (look at god)
every second of my life, i’ma ball (i’ma ball)
look at god (look at god), look at god (look at god)
could be worse if i woke up, y’all

[verse 3: larussell]
if russ ain’t hot, then it must be a blizzard in this b_tch
gettin’ outta hand, caught a lizard in this b_tch (yessir)
it’s magic, poof, i’m a wizard in this b_tch (huh)
i’m cold enough to make her shiver in this b_tch
i’m hustlin’, i make cash every day
i’m on a run, they pass every play
big black truck, i see my driver every day (okay)
i washed ashore, i’m fresh up out the bay
i never sold yay, i never did coke (huh)
spent eight hundred on this north face coat
i spent sixty dollars on these new croc sneakers
i made it all back off of features
preachers can’t get a word like russ (no, no)
write so fast you would think i’m in a rush
kick dust, you wasn’t ’round when i was in a rut
when i was on my ass, you wasn’t tryna give me b_tt
hush, if you ain’t never did it, keep your mouth closed (huh)
i was on the northside, rockin’ south pole
had to ask to run the heater when the house cold (huh)
i embraced the silver lining now my mouth gold, cheese
i wake up and get paid (get paid)
i been on ten like my age in fifth grade (uh)
you ever made 60k in six days?
prolly not (wow)
[outro]
n_gga what?
hey, n_gga, i was just with this n_gga ray the other day, n_gga
n_gga try to slide up in sum’, try to fall up in sum’
n_gga a little silent lot—, whatever that sh_t called
this sh_t must have ended up goin’ off, n_ggas had to escape
n_ggas thought it was all good, johnnies end up getting on n_ggas, you feel me?
end up gettin’ this n_gga ray type sh_t, that n_gga good though

- ray vaughn

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