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lirik lagu even doe – louie ray

[intro]
marc boomin, we miss you
(still need someone to talk*)
(okay, tell me)
(even though i’m*)
(even though i’m gone, gone, gone)
(i still need someone to talk to)
(okay)

[verse 1]
gotta pay me for a walk through
you know i still look out for who i’m close to
i get my chance, you know i’m gon’ shoot
you can’t be mad for what you should’ve, but you don’t do
i’m a boss, i want the bookbag and coat, too
she ain’t my b*tch, i want her lower tent throat, too
i been through it, i understand what n*ggas go through
i make girls cheat, i understand what a hoe do
(i do know this sh*t, though)
okay, teach my son to be a man, okay (yeah)
teach my son to be a man, but no human lasts forever
remember me like pac, want my name to last forevеr (d*mn)
yeah, it’s two things that i can’t stand
and that’s a lying*ass woman and a n*gga that cry
be the onе to get rich, not the n*gga that die
don’t be the one to sit and wait, and be the n*gga that try
between us and ghetto boys, n*ggas ain’t gettin’ this high
other than me and ri’, who else in flint gettin’ this fly?
stack every feature dollar, sh*t, it sit in the sky
on the road with lil’ j, like “bro, it’s just you and i”
[chorus]
i been feelin’ like i can’t call home
’cause i ain’t got no one to talk to
they gotta pay me for a walk through
step over the lil’ sh*t, like a boss, i’m on

[verse 2]
you don’t get a second chance like cartoons
you got a hot bend, pourin’ up, n*gga, car rules
we zaza by the bag, got the jars too
this ain’t a bentayga or nothin’, but we got cars, too
(couple cars, too, n*gga)
(it’s just rap, n*gga)
(got foreign sh*t, just havin’ that sh*t fasho, n*gga)
(got like fifteen chains or something, it’s like*)
don’t even try shootin’ the bro, but here, remember last time
rappers tryna get they second breath, they need a half time
break a forty rock off the ball, look like a half dime
before you see me burnin’, let the bag fry
ain’t even gettin’ on the plane, just let the bag fly
n*ggas know i charge a lot, that’s why the bag high, n*gga
stomach bubble, but i’m takin’ it further
circle ’round like we lost, but we basically servin’
n*ggas greedy over pennies, i was livin’ and learnin’
(n*ggas greedy over pennies, i was livin’ and*)
(huh)
n*ggas never threw me thirty grams
n0body came to ray with hope, like, n*gga
this the route we take to pull that money in
but god had blessings for me
told myself to be a man
’cause i ain’t had no father to correct it for me
i’m ahead of my time, for real
i be thinkin’ like i’m 50, crisp beard and fresh bills

- louie ray

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