X-RAY (feat. T Hundred)
Tommy Gunz
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Damn, skurt Skurt skurt Yeah damn Aye damn, its Tom aye' damn Wait uh, and I'm still posted on the 9 lil' bitch aye damn Pullup, I got time aye uh damn yeah damn I see through these niggas(uh wait), x-ray uh You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays Now you in a daze, every dog got his day They like do he got it on him, uh always And I up my cash so I got my own raise Damn uh, And I up my cash up Ran up all these bands, now I got my bag up(uh wait) Back up, boy you betta back up You don't want me spazz in this bitch and act up You don't want my niggas pull up in a black truck Run up in ya crib and bitch we all masked up Strapped up, get down on the floor and bet nobody act tuff Or you gon' get smoked and now yo' ass ashed up (damn damn) What are you really gon' do? (damn) Whatchu gon' ride wit' ya' crew? (damn) Den' you gon' die wit' em' too (damn) Get put in the sky wit' em' too (aye), now you get fly wit' em' too (damn) Get turned into pack uh wait, we gotta' get high off em' too I see through these niggas(uh wait), x-ray uh You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays Now you in a daze, every dog got his day They like do he got it on him, uh always And I up my cash so I got my own raise (damn) Honestly, I'm not wit' the extra, all that bullshit Bro be spinin' out crashin', now he on some f*ck shit Yea' we took it there, I walk down I'm tryna' spark shit We send yo' ass below, stop yo' stupid ass from talking shit X-ray, why they did that? Got up outta' line, and you know that you ain't on that All my enemies, yeah you know I'm tryna kill that And you know I stay wit' that, and they know I ain't goin' for that X-ray ya' noggin, I don't know what the f*ck wrong wit' that Might just send my niggas out, know they on that Better use ya thinking cap, for' you lose that Got up in my bag, I need a lot of that Try to send a blitz, know I gotta' stop that I see through these niggas(uh wait), x-ray uh You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays Now you in a daze, every dog got his day They like do he got it on him, uh always And I up my cash so I got my own raise (damn)
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