Lyrics:
k and ray j we icons
Beat it up like I'm mike tyson
Blow the candles cut the lights on
She turnt to a addict
We fucking like rabbits
Her nudes in my
we’ve been clear
And I pull up in tha front not in tha rear
And dem cops don’t see me smile when they near
And it’s just kush in tha air, and you hating
my whip say I'm doin it
All I'm sayin, man don't complain, I'll ruin it
I'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in it
Bitch niggas hate,
threw a pair of gloves
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the muddy ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
Patron, couple gallons a day
Let's take our clothes off, bombs away
Pick a song, Chris Brown, Ne-Yo or Ray J
To get you in the mood, now you ready
ain't rude)
(Looka dat, looka dat)
(He's just in the mood to run in the nude)
Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka dat,
like, hey, hey
I might just make me a baller, bitch I'm feelin' like Ray J
I usually hit it, don't call the Bitch, I keep watchin', our Sextape
I got her
Whine for me
Show me weather u smart or bad
Cos tonight ama tell u who I am
Show me what u up to right nah
Cos am am in the mood right now
She said she
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
Didn't know that I can do this when I'm in
Si c pas un date c quoi si t'es maline
meufs comme ça j y touche plus c comme de la lean
Dta et FlexWay rec
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I'm
love to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, shout out to Jay-O
Masters Of The Universe, doing it in DayGo
I came up on drive-bys and chronic
race
I know these bitches be snakes
Lotta cake like Anna Mae
You a J that's in the way
Got the pack it went away
Lotta toys ain't come to play
Up
Set the mood just right, candles all ready
Yeah been needin’ this all night
Feels like I’m in heaven
I’m not in the mood for talkin’
I’m not in
And if your dumped dumped simply don?t do this
I already got tha say tha girl, say tha say tha
Who devastatah them one annihilator
Dem M.A.J.O.R. say who
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
be Jay-Z and you not Beyonce, you more like Kim K I can be Ray J
Joystick in my pants, you cannot play, bae, uh, yeah, ok, ok
When I come back, she
(Eyebeelow!)
Slide in a bitch like DVD
Finna make a movie Blu-Ray, HD
Finna make a movie like Ray J
Or Tommy Lee
I'm trynna see what she see in me
by how you look at me your thoughts in the gutter
You wonder how I feel inside you with no thoughts of a rubber
Just let me in so you can feel where
first like Ray J
Pockets thick like Kim K
Heartless jus like Kanye
But I still keep that shit kosher
I cannot give a bitch closure
Ridin around in
toun
Tu souni lagdi e mennu hoor toun
Hun aa vi jaa (O Jaanejaan)
Dil tootne se pehlay
Itna bura na tha
Wohi chehray pe thi khushi
Badlay meray jab
dont doubt it/
Im in a good mood/
Dont make me come up out it/
Dont miss/
Gunnin on this/
Yall regret got none on my list/
Came on up i got them all
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