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(feat. Pooh Gutta) Doin' mutherfuckin' favors man Ay, where Atlanta at, what's happenin'? Get drunk It's your boy Ray Cash I'm goin' to the hood I got my little nigga State your name gangsta (Pooh Gutta! yeah) It's goin' down right now man Red grill what I claim You know my mutherfuckin' name bitch Holla, ready Pooh? I got a couple bad bitches and they love to fuck I pull it out their pussy and skeet on their butts They call me Ray Dollas, Daddy for short Mr. C-O-D bitch, fuck you thought I'm still a pimp (pimp) with my own (own) you know Got ho's clingin' and swingin' inside a Yugo Trappin' is a habit, I do it on the daily Look I ain't in the cabinet so it's fuck you pay me Say Ray gone crazy, hustle drove him insane Chrome ass nigga's mad 'cause we ain't eatin' the same I don't know what you want but I will work like I got coupons Need a fuckin' bread truck, y'all can eat the croutons What you know about a turkey sandwich with grey poupon? Letras de cancionesWe work money scale, all on the guitar Sendin' rubberbands in my pocket, and understood What you dissin'? Show us here Naw bitch, I'm in the hood You got your hair pop (hair pop) Your nails right (nails right) That ass fat (ass fat) That pussy tight (that pussy tight) Niggas get this gwap, it's on it right You hit the jackpot you're goin' home with me tonight Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) what you say? Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Bitch I'm paid It's your boy Gutta, just set the record straight I'm on the track with Ray (vrooom) Now that's my pussy, Ray Gwap nigga's rap real in that royal camp And I got a lotta ho's but I love all my loyal tramps Like Paris, she do whatever fun to do We had to let her go (why?) ('Cause that bitch was a ho!) We get paper and we get what we want You nigga's can't even do that (say it) (Aight nigga, you broke) Have my paper, or shit'll get crazy I have my main lady sing Rock-a-bye Baby My gwap right so it's Eagles what we orderin' Don't work that block right We comin' from (? nose after Torres in?) You got your hair pop (hair pop) Your nails right (nails right) That ass fat (ass fat) That pussy tight (that pussy tight) Niggas get this gwap, it's on it right You hit the jackpot you're goin' home with me tonight Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) what you say? Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Bitch I'm paid Youngin' where you at? I'm in the hood, what you doin'? Gettin' money, where you at? I'm in the hood, what you doin'? Gettin' money, where you at? I'm in the hood, what you doin'? Gettin' money, what you doin'? Gettin' money, what you doin'? Gettin' money Who them nigga's talkin' shit Man fuck them mutherfuckers Go on ahead and earn your stripes Blocka-blocka-blocka-blocka I went and picked up my youngin' Told him take a ride with your uncle Grandma's givin' it down there 'Cause when we gon' take a ride through these jungles You know what I do with the flow and You know I hustle on the humble Aw, my little nigga NRG (Now let's get ready to rumble!) You got your hair pop (hair pop) Your nails right (nails right) That ass fat (ass fat) That pussy tight (that pussy tight) Niggas get this gwap, it's on it right You hit the jackpot you're goin' home with me tonight Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) what you say? Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Bitch I'm paid From Letras Mania