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I kinda felt like Trae Young
40 charged up, it'll zap you like a ray gun
Pockets speak facts or I could
Switch to the punchlines
It's 2: 01 PM

Deebo throwin' (yeah)
Got one hundred mana
Don't need mo' potions (Nope)
Just sit down and rappin'
I make more than you make (Yuh)
Got ten people wit' me

arrebatao' nunca se acaba
Tráeme 4 perco y 7 ramas
Tu puta de rodilla me lo mama
Por es te la clavo y la convierto en mi esclava (x2)

Donde quiera que

kafa tutamaz
Hiç bir piç ist trip win
Büstri flowunu deşmek için sallar
İts kill bill Mistir X trip is back
Hobimiz hepinizi ipe dizmek
Pesimist değiliz

So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith 
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH

MIXED

Okay- that was..yeah
Sorry I'm in an amazing mood
I love Sundays
Like one of my friends wants me to come over at like 10 in the evening to smoke
But

spun, walk like a freak
I got a ray gun, perk my machines and double tap
Bitch please tell me, are you done?
Keep in a rut, bitch I lived, passed what I

You don't hit me back

Shorty she a freak
Pull up on the weekend
Slide by nine
By ten
I'm in her deep end
She don't wanna be friends
She don't wanna

I never ran, niggas
I got a lil' sauce, took off and ran with it
I done hit some rat hoes, bet I won't go again
All my bitches tens and them bitches

fought yo battles, hit the ring like smackdown (Raw)
On my 10 I always stood, cant no one say I backed down (On Pz)
Go ask Kwasi, yea Crash, about the back

This is death at cha door bell
Ya bitch I'm going there
What's poppin?
Shots'll renden ya Bach like orivelle
Sting with tha ray it's not a corvette

nagging"
She like what she see in me say "TUA in a different bracket"
Off the X I give her D and make her rawr like she a raptor
Made her sing like Toni

doordash about 10 chicks way south to my homies in Carson
You ride with me you'll be carsick
Sorry, gotta run from the gossip
Need to change things, got some

Ah, ey ich pump' Babyface Ray im Mercedes GT
Dior Don Hoe ist mein aka okay, ey
Letztes Jahr war 'ne Odyssee (wow)
Doch ich kann die Sonne sehn

my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab
I won't go, go, go
I'd rather be at home with a Ray
I ain't got seventy days
'Cause

G-R-A, look, G-R-A, EBK, I ain't feelin' nobody Matter of fact, let me show you a vibe
Niggas dissin' ain't jumpin' a ride G-R-A, ray MAKK we smoking

It's 10: 45 nigga
Early, niggaanytime, nigga, anytime

Woke up feeling weird from the night before
Once again, then it got me driving slow
Pulling up

rich)
Yeah I was in Miami with my heater
Bitch I was ballin' like Ray Allen buzzer beater
I got stripes like Adidas
Want all this bread like the pita
Yeah

Diamond in the rough
But my vision crystal
I pop shit like pistol
Y'all washed up?
I got the Brillo
Nine times out of ten
I'm that bitch that stand ten toes

hoes with BBLs with perky boobs
Seven for that fetty
Eight bands petty
Nine niggas keep that fye on them they be ready
Ten times out of ten I'm bout

your umbrella
And the butterflies in my stomach
Began to fly when you whispered
"Hey, there. Nice to meet you." The sun ray hitting your face
Showing off

that smile off clean
'Fore I go knock them front teeth out with a rock
And if I don't see you bleed then
Till I'm on rolling stone with four out of ten

The first step send them fees
We been gettin it gone stand ten toes on my feet
Told the bitch keep it cool bae you fucking a P
These niggas so lame keep them

Christians
I don't need a brag, just to show you that I'm different
Cause the money talk for me, so girl just listen
Yeah the money gon talk
I'm on ten, so