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letra de they looking - louie ray

[intro]
alright
okay, dawg sh-t
southside sh-t
i was tryna leave the game-
i was tryna leave- okay
i was tryna leave-
‘olk was tryna leave the game, but it’s not a pay
‘olk was tryna leave the game, but his nose was hooked
yeah, nah, for real, though

[verse]
‘olk was tryna leave the game, but his nose was hooked
i came here to buy sh-t, i’m too old to look
the city that i came- yeah
the city that i came from ‘rough, get the coldest cook
catered to the family, only hire thе coldest cooks
got the single diamond еarring, boulder look
shoestrings on the tems loose, got the soldier look
i ‘so excited when i finally got it, couldn’t hold the look
thirty pointer diamond links, i’m goin’ up
local rappers wanna sign to me (come on)
i gotta sell somethin’, that’s the crime in me
kept a straight face but i knew you was lyin’ to me
he don’t shoot the hair around, do a line a piece
if i ain’t bring one out of town, i just buy me a heat (bah!)
they know i’m hot, surround me with heat
she pledge allegiance to this d-ck, just drop on her knees (drop)
you got drank and sip with me, i’m droppin’ a fee
i never changed up, you know it’s the popular me (yeah)
i know it’s poppin’ everywhere like the doppler b
if you could make sweets, b-tch, peach cobbler me
a lil’ rotail dip with the lobster meat (yeah)
i be bringin’ cities out, the opps might meet
it might say you all can’t shoot if a chopper speak
hold this b-tch up like lips, my knot can speak
(you see this sh-t), okay
i was tryna keep up with these hoes, they a’ got away
i told my n-ggas back and they would know, we got a way
know a n-gga just now, poppin’ out, you know you gotta w-
ah, okay
you a n-gga just poppin’ out, you know you got a way
if it’s a price on lil’ tea, i don’t wanna pay
southside rich beat’s hard, make you wanna pay
okay, i just brought a hunnid out, since you want us late
my watch bustdown, finna buy another house, it’s a must now
she is actin’ like i ain’t on sh-t, i’m regressional
i can not put the cream soda crush in my cup down
(bah, bah, bah, bah!) shotgun buck-sounds
it’s like i put my hand on the cement, how i touch the towns
it’s like i left a monumental mark, how i touch crowds
n-ggas on the sidelines sick about these touchdowns
the club on the table, but they wanted me to jump down
[outro]
southside sh-t

- louie ray

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