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lirik lagu louie ray – can’t play

[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)

[verse 1: peezy]
platinum chain on, ain’t got no platinum plaques
we like the patriots, we goin’ back~to~back
i can pass the sack off to my quarterback
or i can punt it down the field and they gon’ run it back
touchdown, field goal, we just scored again
i just bought another rollie, i got bored again
boy, don’t pull that money out if it ain’t more than ten
gotta say a prayer for my n~gga, he got court again
double cup full of red, ain’t no act’ around
playin’ roles with these b~tches, i’m an actor now
we don’t care who n~ggas k!ll, we ain’t backin’ down
left the streets alone, i’m a full~time rapper now, n~gga
[chorus: louie ray]
get a brick from my dog and break it down to eighths
get a half a brick of dog and break it down to eighths
you been pillow talkin’, walkin’, i been ballin’ crazy
stealin’ fiends from where i’m trappin’, you gon’ push daisies
got the fin and my n~ggas, n~gga can’t play
when i jump off, it’s gon’ jump off to where you can’t save it
i’m doin’ good, bro, my home used to be the bas~m~nt
you gotta pour a six thick or i can’t taste it

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
b~tch, how you wanna play it?
we in this b~tch makin’ a mess, i need a f~ckin’ apr~n
i drunk six threes of red, that’s a f~ckin’ eighteen
i can’t believe it ain’t no act’, i still can taste it
we in a jeep with technology for street racin’
this an srt8, please don’t try to chase us
the opps, you tryna beef with us, y’all should just try to race us
you ain’t sh~tted in a while, boy, you constipated
dropped a sixty~two and i pulled out an eighty
took my b~tch to the doctor, she say her stomach achin’
he opened up her f~ckin’ legs and he pulled out a baby
she wasn’t pregnant, i forgot i stuffed her with an eighthy

[chorus: louie ray]
get a brick from my dog and break it down to eighths
get a half a brick of dog and break it down to eighths
you been pillow talkin’, walkin’, i been ballin’ crazy
stealin’ fiends from where i’m trappin’, you gon’ push daisies
got the fin and my n~ggas, n~gga can’t play
when i jump off, it’s gon’ jump off to where you can’t save it
i’m doin’ good, bro, my home used to be the bas~m~nt
you gotta pour a six thick or i can’t taste it
[verse 3: louie ray]
i got some sh~t that they can shoot, but do they nose bad
my lil’ b~tch chain in the making, it ain’t froze yet
i got ‘bows inside the trunk in kenneth cole bags
i got an eight i had for months that ain’t got old yet
told my jeweler don’t f~ck up, i want ’em prime set
runnin’ through that bag, sellin’ drop wet
pourin’ back~to~back~to~back, it got me hate standin’
he coppin’ back~to~back~to~back to where i can’t tax him
i just found a half a cookie in my bape jacket
jumped clean in that gucci, but i’m still ashy
jumped clean in that coochie, got her back spasm
i be dealin’ with that money, count it ass~backwards

- lirik lagu louie ray

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