lirik lagu rubyred (usa) - eric mays
[intro]
oh, yeah, let’s go work (yeah)
[chorus]
i smoke loud like eric mays
i got dough like i got crepes
n~gga my sun, but he got no rays
i sing my song and they sing they praise
i want the penthouse, i want the acres
i wanna ball out just like the lakers, yeah
hold up, guess what? b~tch, i’m back
check my sleeve, got tricks up that
i hope that i go up soon, but i don’t wanna go up fast
i stayed young, but growed up fast
y’all still yearning for the past
none of y’all n~ggas playin’ with that guap, y’all got phony racks
i just ran off with that n~gga wallet, he got only cash
and i’m just tryna kick my feet up, but y’all don’t relax
them n~ggas say they wanna pull up and scr~p, but y’all won’t even clash
i bet that he think that he the future, but he won’t even last
[interlude]
i’m staying here and smoking gas (yeah)
[verse]
all that disrespectful lingo, what the f~ck it mean though?
they ask why i put in my two cents like i got c~notes
i’m smokin’ on that tree, b~tch, don’t play no f~ckin’ creed
ge~ge~get that record, spin that vinyl, 7.62 hit yo’ spinal
streaming don’t pay me enough, go and bump my sh~t off tidal (yeah)
don’t play with my guap, no arcade, run yo’ mouth, get jinxed like arcane
that boy finally took an l, i said, “welcome to that heartbreak”
[interlude]
oh, yeah, let’s go work
no son of mine is gonna be smoking dope
[chorus]
i smoke loud like eric mays
i got dough like i got crepes
n~gga my sun, but he got no rays
i sing my song and they sing they praise
i want the penthouse, i want the acres
i wanna ball out just like the lakers, yeah
hold up, guess what? b~tch, i’m back
check my sleeve, got tricks up that
i hope that i go up soon, but i don’t wanna go up fast
i stayed young, but growed up fast
y’all still yearning for the past
none of y’all n~ggas playin’ with that guap, y’all got phony racks
i just ran off with that n~gga wallet, he got only cash
and i’m just tryna kick my feet up, but y’all don’t relax
them n~ggas say they wanna pull up and scr~p, but y’all won’t even clash
i bet that he think that he the future, but he won’t even last
[outro]
why not, dad? is it any worse than your three~martini lunch?
what? no son of mine is gonna be drinking a three~martini lunch
why not, dad? is it any worse than your five~scotch breakfast?
what?
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