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letra de umm - louie ray

[intro]
f-ck the fire, we got grease
alright, alright, mmmm
alright, alright, yeah
sh-t!
alright, mmm

[verse]
i don’t give a f-ck, i ride alone
i wake up, pull the covers off and throw diamonds on
kicked the b-tch out like (hey!)
how you ridin’ home?
platinum chains hangin’ on my neck, look like cadi-chrome
sh-t! sh-t!
(just shinin’ though, i ain’t gon’ lie)
don’t ask me to help you to get no paper, n-gga, buy a phone
i’m tired of n-ggas askin’ for my help, while i’m gettin’ on
d-mn near make me think you tryna count what i’m sittin’ on
i can’t near think-
ah, f-ck, n-gga
i can’t near keep count of all the n-ggas i’m sh-ttin’ on
alright, i’s f-ck the hoes better when their ass ain’t silicone
n-ggas shootin’ shots at me, you still like little bro (little bro)
i’m the first hit you off with a peli-co
prolly came through the hood, but never came through the alley though
i was in cali with a strap, me and sky ain’t the hoods, though
ain’t no limits to the sky, but i get high as i could though (woo!)
the chrome heart got a soft spot for drinkin’ wok
this a forty-one bustdown on me, it’s not a clock
he be on some, tryna be like a n-gga, he not a opp
stock dealers only one short street, but it’s the block
ain’t no go live-
ay, turn that phone off my n-gga! (chill out)
loot at ’em, i got ’em shocked, my n-gga
it paid off, i was in studios a lot, my n-gga
pushin’ dope, my eyes, i finna rolled a lot, my n-gga
treat everybody like a brother, n-gga
it’s weird though, ’cause some get on to hang with other n-ggas
for real though, it’s playin’ both sides fumble n-ggas
they fallin’ back the f-ck off, that’s where humble n-ggas
(i keep it real, though)
without no gloves on, couldn’t rumble wit’ us
four lines in one, tryna rap-
alright, alright, alright
four lines in the pop, tryna rap, couldn’t bumble with us
still f-ckin’ up my money at the intercontidentals
i got flavors right for weed on me, we ain’t movin’ skittles
sellin’ riddles, they in candles (alright)
goin’ hard with the hussle, ain’t bein’ gentle
still gotta ride fly, this a benz rental
cousin walk down a brick, you can tell ’cause my team’s ready
now, he ain’t blowin’ big woods, i can tell ’cause his tail’s little
how much weed did you just fire up, ’cause it smell little (little)
[outro]
(they ain’t fired up sh-t, n-gga)

- louie ray

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