Lyrics:
a chance on that which seems to be the making of a dream
I don't wanna do it like my daddy did
I don't wanna give it to my baby's kid
This is my
why you're on your own
Give yourself some value
I hate when I see you turn down your volume
Gotta check on myself right now
No time for other people
Macks at the gate
So real, not fake, hanging at the lake
Walk in head high, don't give a fuck
Eyes probe, walk by, led fly, you duck
We sip top chef, bees
to really, really, really, want to zigga zigga, ah!
If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever, friendship never ends
Keeping what we're feeling inside
Puts us through this misery, every time
'Cause you don't want to reach out
And I don't want to give in
Something's gotta
Written by: James Ray, Miguel Cordova
Drinks they lead to that sex
Let me see your thong
Come and get undress (when daddy)
Now (right here) yeah
Money on my mind I got commas on the way
I stay up on my grind ain't time got to sit and wait
Gotta go and shine gotta step up to the plate
If you
Mmm
Ray-GA, Ray-GA
Mmm
Ooh
Mom and dad I miss ya
Killa
Ray-GA this song's for u
Man
(This song's for u, Mmm, Ooh,Yeah, yeah, no no no, ooh, yeah
yeah (Derailed yeah)
Anthony got me copping the drills yeah (In the drills yeah)
Pardon me do you know we got jumbo (We got jumbo)
Overdose and the sound
That wassup aye
Seems I'm too high
To get up
But this big dawg
Need to get bye
But in something
Have you heads
Leaning
When I slide by you once
You put
chase no clout
You gotta give it your all and just stay by yourself
Cuz these niggas don't want you to win
I'ma stay in my lane, I'ma rock with my family
the stroller
cin't tryn' hold her, ain't even no Hola
cin't even give her the cold shoulder
Gave her the one that was colder
Bitch, ugh
Ray Chris ain't bout them
at least he saw the truth
Gotta sacrifice to see the price, give your eyes, pass the lies
Mind flipped, unlike idealised, wrong script, no shiny skies
Redeem
cut from a shank or something derivative of saint with sinister points in history
Mystery gods we don't worship nor do we get intimidated by killers in
love it when I dress like a crook
Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look
The villain was something nuff like a hero
Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off
to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?
[JD]
Now, is it
I know them people be mad that I made it
I just been high off a life I been faded
Lil bit be hurt she like Anthony Davis
She put my whole album up
Gotta give, something how great like me
Just sound good, even like me
Sound as good, something like goodnight
Even respect like really good
Don't fuck
spend it
Here in this club, it's my place of birth
I grew up here, had to get to work"
Something's gotta give in the way you've been living
It's my new
a meal my side piece is the coleslaw
Give a fuck what they told y'all
Ain't do a damn thing for me what the fuck would I owe y'all
Something out my recipe
really, really, want to zigga zigga, ah!
If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever, friendship never ends
If you want
ass, let me see something
Tell your little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress
Somethings in the way-don't stop there (don't stop there)
Time to say a prayer to the top tier
(To the top tier)
Finna clear the way, like they need
show you what I gotta do because I really have something to prove
What's good what's happening, this is more than I imagine
The girl of my dreams in high
Discuss these somethings gotta give by ray anthony Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In