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(feat. Killa Kyleon & Lil Ray) [Killa Kyleon:] Yuh At's right Hey Run It Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear Run ray lights on my neck wrist hand and gear Hiding like a chandler you can park the camera here Alert TMZ because the man is here Hey, I'm so photogenic, grouchy paparazzi I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me Just got my partner's lincese and a flight ride Only difference is I don't drive I skydive Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left... Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turn, hey First class dealer, y'all niggas coach Y'all get slices, I get locs My high club, elite access I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas soft wet (YEAH!) Let's stalk money cause I'm bout that Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that SongtexteI know you haters would like to see a nigga off note But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't floak (hey) Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoak While I'm walk in this roof and keep dropping that doe I'm getting green like Scope, bitches garg em I... And I ain't even gotta ask if they swallow don't spit Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit I hear you niggas records 'tween talking bout shit (YEAH!) [Lil Ray:] Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors Gucci backpack I ain't never riding Jansport Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it black for? Black diamonds in the wrist, where it's time to add more Black hoes, black horse, white bricks, black source Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy Drankin' on that medication syrup got skella toy Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, swedda blood, woulda cause Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs Duece car on who's car I ride in like Kobe, brah Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs Just in case they try to jack it like Denim-ians I'm so sick I need more than extengerances Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance Y'all niggas jockerilate swag that's irevalent Get so much brain I am feeled with intelligence ... jean pockets deep full of jellyton Name ten rappers I ain't better than Y'all niggas suck that's evident, payed like... And "fuck Lil Ray? " no thanks I'm celebate Product kicks on my car pederlences In the streets so much my popularity is like the president They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes Playa haters with disease call jealousy Never Misdemeanor I'm felony Cut Beyonce and made a scene in that foss sele-melody Boss Hogg run the streets heavily Young nigga stay with old money I got gawp from the seventies Pull up in that chopper on them Elliot's I call the rims Missy Elliot because the lips on them are really thick Candy red paint looking cherry-ish Styrofoam cup full of purple but no alcoholic beverages It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch! Aus Songtexte Mania