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Breezy summer days, we'd be smoking lemon haze
Loving in those summer rays I need that love again
Breezy summer days, we'd be smoking lemon haze

football?
I run the game like Walter Payton back 1984
I'm pass you niggas like Peyton Manning
Play the field like Ray Buchanan
When I kick it like Morton

gotta own it
Steppin' on these niggas invest a band inside these Rick Owens

Feel I wanna tell Ray Charles that he blessed
Seen my momma cry one time

be me)
Been through some shit, not afraid (fraid)
We deserve it cause we paid (paid)
I might do this shit all day
Вижу всех их как x-ray

[Chorus]
На

the fuck does this shit happen to me
Need to get to work on planet Kame

My spaceship left the planet
So the parts you cannot have it
Pulsar rays that look

"Let's Welcome Brett and Owen, the Hart brothers"

"What a tremendous opportunity for the Hart brothers
However, let's listen in to Ray Rougeau

I told God I wanna glow up, now I’m Global
I hit Versace mansion, just to eat Risotto
All this fucking Rick Owens could do promo
Plug said I copped

(Fourté)
Okay, Praise to the most high 
cudemar in staples in rick owens sitting courtside 
(uh) Think I'm luminati up the cosign 
They off

Rottin off in a at
Pullin off in a lot
Rick Owen fit, big big bat
Ricky the dro I'm turnt as shit these Phlegethons pitched all black
Metallica

I hit him right in his face
Ran off without him like it was a race
You cannot stay at my place
I might be busy like everyday
I move as fast as a ray

Yeah, look how I walk (Walk)
Yeah, look how I talk (Talk)
Rockin' Rick Owens (Rick)
VLone, my top (Top)
Real rockstar with a real rockstar bitch, she

Shawty calling on my phone
Can't see me no more, right?
Hashtag silly ray
Open heart surgery
Don't, Don't want no chrome hearts for the fantasy
You see all

Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

Wu-Tang Clan

The W [Clean]

2000

shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
That David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse

Hatter
Takin' these buds, break them down to the atoms
Stay with my family like I'm with the Adams
My blunts hit like Ray Lewis Tackles
Giving em facts

yip yip yip yippee
All these butts man, how can it be? 
Welcome Owen E to the twenty first century
The most advanced race and we're ahead of the pace

Rick Owens (Owens)
Just give us some time, we on (On)
Give us some time and we on (On, on)
Give us some time and we on (On, on)
Man, keep it a band

Tip Your Hat

Josh Graves

Country Music

2003

Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now

Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea
Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah
Now

dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
That David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White stiff

to know ya
What's the hold up
I'm feelin' like I rolled up
When I hold ya
Hard to keep my composure
I know you know what's up
A1 Baby Ray's
Baby I got sauce

believe
I'm booking a flight just to go overseas
Get with me baby I got what you need
I feel like Ray Allen, I'm shooting it deep
Feel like Ray Allen, I'm

Ray J

Spending racks, make it back the same day
We keep duffel bags like it's Pay Day
I got Russian niggas that shoot AKs
I got dirty diamonds in

ass
Bro

B-Ray
Nigga, I don't want to hear shit
I don't want to hear shit
Stop dissing on me, nigga

B-Ray
Stop
Money, never enough
Guap, never enough

on me
Baby girl, these is not McQueens
These Rick Owens
Wait 'til my bitch daddy go to sleep
Hit a lick on him he soft
Back in the day my daddy took