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letra de beggin - rayy balla

[intro: rayy balla & madcon]
put your loving hand out, baby (every opp shot, everything dead)
i’m beggin’ ()
ah

[verse 1: rayy balla]
yo, chase, pass the thirty (pass the thirty)
watch how i step back, start shootin’ like curry (start shootin’ like curry)
tell the opps, “we ain’t worried” (we ain’t worried)
unlimited shots, we ain’t showin’ no mercy (grr-ah)
[verse 2: chase]
opps keep rappin’, but they hurtin’ (they hurtin’)
we up, why the f-ck would i worry? (why?)
spin through the opps and we ain’t in a hurry
keep spinnin’ ’til somebody dirty (’til somebody dirt)

[verse 3: rayy balla]
got a glock with a beam (got a glock with a beam), he get flocked on the scene
better check the score, we did him dirty (did him dirt)
if they run into me, have ’em beggin’ like, “please”
last n-gga was screamin’, “don’t hurt me!”

[verse 4: chase]
told rayy b, “we ain’t showin’ no mercy” (at all)
take him on a drill and they be nervous (they be nervous)
anything i did, i did on purpose (i did)
if i did it, he deserved it (he did)

[verse 5: rayy balla]
we up, y’all down (y’all down)
how many n-ggas got put in the ground? (put in the ground)
n-ggas p-ssy, they just sit around (they just sit around)
touch one of mines and we layin’ sh-t down (grr-ah)

[verse 6: chase]
opps get shot, then they wonderin’, how? (like)
sit-back gang, i be wonderin’, wow (like, wow)
’cause we get-back gang, like now (like, now)
luchi, dubskii, right out the pound (right out the pound)
[verse 7: rayy balla]
he ran, but he tripped (he tripped)
now that dumb n-gga all up in the clouds (he up in the clouds)
know the opps was sick (they sick)
bet they was screamin’, “like, what? like, how?” (like, how)

[verse 8: chase]
who that, in the crowd?
we don’t never come to play around (like)
say he smokin’ on who? so we takin’ him out
crossin’ our line, now that boy out of bounds (out of bounds)

[verse 9: rayy balla]
opps hidin’, they never around (they never around)
these n-ggas lost and they cannot be found (they cannot be found)
are y’all kiddin’? y’all need to sit down (y’all need to sit down)
face of the what ’til we knock off they smile (grrah)

[verse 10: chase]
we gon’ leave that n-gga with a frown
hollows pourin’, make him drown (make him drown)
told rayy b, “i’ma empty the round” (like)
give a f-ck where you at, who around (ah)

[verse 11: rayy balla]
spinnin’ back, two-deep in the oopty
he can get shot if he yellin’ out, “whoopty” (ah)
b-tch, i’m makk, salute me or shoot me
gbg baby, this sh-t can get ruthless (this sh-t get ruthless)
[verse 12: chase]
throw up two guns when i’m drivin’ a two-seat
y’all make clips, we make movies (we make movies)
bad lil’ b-tch said she tryna do me (she tryna do me)
off a perc’, now i’m havin’ mood swings (like)

[verse 13: rayy balla]
pass the chop and i bet i go stupid (i bet i go stupid)
hop out, send shots, watch how i do it (grr-ah)
bad lil’ b-tch said she like how i’m movin’
f-cked her, blood on the scene, now she snoozin’

[verse 14: chase & rayy balla]
love or hate, she say, “it’s confusin'”
but she ridin’ with me, she know i ain’t losin’ (know i ain’t losin’)
say you a ooter then you gotta prove it (you gotta prove it)
up it, aim it, cl!ck it, use it (grr-ah)

[verse 15: rayy balla]
chest-shot, now that boy ain’t movin’ (he ain’t movin’)
get-back gang, like, what are y’all doin’? (what are y’all doin’?)
n-ggas start runnin’ before i could use it (before i could what?)
n-ggas p-ssy, they ain’t never do sh-t (they ain’t do sh-t)

[verse 16: chase]
5th to the sev, better get with the movement
sit-back gang, but y’all still doin’ music (like, how?)
that’s the type of sh-t that make me lose it (ah)
rah rah shootin’, got me feelin’ too lit (i’m fried)

[verse 17: rayy balla]
i see nesty, i’ma boom him (i’ma boom him)
sha gz ran on lotti, lookin’ stupid (stupid)
rah rah got packed in a uber
how many n-ggas went out lookin’ foolish? (5th to the sev)

[verse 18: chase]
yus got shot in his chest then got shot again (are you dumb?)
why the f-ck is he still coolin’? (like)
either way, i catch him, i’ma boom him (i’ma—)
rayy b already told y’all that we ruthless (grrah)

[outro: chase]
like, every opp shot
everything dead
n-gga, suck my d-ck
ah

- rayy balla

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