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Ray Jr.
Ray Jr.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Winegarner
William Winegarner
Songwriter

Lyrics

Thirty bottles, ten bitches
Different city but i'm with the same ****
Thirty bottles, ten bitches
Different city but i'm with the same ****
Same **** same ****
Different city but i'm with the same ****
Same **** same ****
Different city but i'm with the same ****
I'm just a young **** from the ghetto, Panamera pedal to the metal
I like em dark skinned and yellow, long as that ass soft as Jello
Still here with the same **** from the jump street
Got some **** that'll put that thang to your front teeth
I ain't a kid, I ain't finna play
All my **** eating like a dinner plate
We put bros over bitches, cause she only cold in the pictures
She tryna superhead the crew, then shack a **** business with the
Yeah, i'm getting love in my city boy, But i'm on a flight to the A-town
With a young thang 23, and she gone ride it like a greyhound
Yeah, i'm in the club with my ****, i'm getting love with my ****
With a lot of bad bitches, cause we don't fuck with you ****
They said I fell off the shit hurt me, when you average thirty-five and hit thirty
The whole city get worried, but the shit a finger roll George Gervin with the
I'm drinking D'usse now cause i'm rocking with Em
**** hating on Jr. cause I ain't rocking with them
Hardy rolling the tree, it got the scent of a skunk
You bought your girl a car but i'm popping her trunk
Ay, we then **** shining, we them **** eating
We got hella goons, you **** trick-or-treating
But we show hella love, give your bitch a hug
Thats my kissing cuz, and when we in the club we popping
Written by: William Winegarner
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