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Raymond Miller
Raymond Miller
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BAOW Devious Petey a evil demon Know the vibes Perk ten Nah nah nah Perk 30 nigga Yeah In the streets ain't no love Micheal Jackson with the glove Bad bitch up in some Ugg's I ain't saying who it was Cocaine on her nose You was snorting all night yeah She was hopping on a flight yeah Had to fuck her through to the night yeah Faded I'm honest Don't know why niggas be pretending, talking 20 20 with the vision I told them listen I ain't with the politicking All of the drama don't need it Yeah yeah I know why You feel that way I don't know why You feel that way I don't know why You hate on me Niggas gon hate on me But I'm with my gang And I was thinking about the other day Damn I went out with another bitch Now me and her in love today She loves to fuck while my diamonds dancing Tryna to go run up a bag And go get the cash I swear I'm in love with it Tryna get up in my bag Was stuck in a trance But now I have fun with it But that was the past Now everything changed That was when I started doing my thing Ain't gonna lie Better stay in your lane Who gon catch you when they leave you to hang Told my nigga's that we gotta maintain We want money we ain't looking for fame No lies no bad vibes It's our time it's all mine Faded I'm honest don't know why niggas be pretending, talking 20 20 with the vision I told them listen I ain't with the politicking All of the drama don't need it Yeah yeah I know why You feel that way I don't know why You feel that way I don't know why You hate on me Niggas gon hate on me But I'm with my gang Fuck niggas can't hang Smoking the gas with a cup of the drank Pete in the passenger gripping the grain In a big body dog we ain't the same Damn I was just wishing this year that it all could change Young Niggas sipping on Chardonnay Ride with my brother is we all the same Nigga don't say shit Bitches so faded They been percolating Too many hoes to say shit Done with the Xans Cause you said they don't work Quit chasing a bag Put that in reverse Bitch on my body The money come first It is what it is a blessing or a curse Faded I'm honest Don't know why niggas be pretending, talking 20 20 with the vision I told them listen I ain't with the politicking All of the drama don't need it Yeah yeah I know why
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