paroles de chanson We miss you - Raykatanna

Newark I'm from the slums
You lucky to see 21
He think he tough
Cause he got him a blick
You still a bitch with a gun
Gas prices keep going up
So that why we tax for the Za
I had to pray five times a day
I said alhumdullilah
I can not cuff me no bop
Bitches is eaters
Greedy all of em devious
I know they want me to drop
I had to stop
Mother just died
I was grieving
Catch me back outside
I'm with the hooligans
Goblins demons heathens
All these months
I been gone I been working
Plotting scamming scheming
You on the sidewalk
Not in the streets
Bro catch bodies
I body beats
ATL with a Houston freak
Hit it to the hit it to the
hit it to the beat
All my friends are dead deceased
Own my whips for real no lease
You the type to dick ride just to get on
You better than me
Damn that must be jelly
I know jam just don't jiggle like that
Tell 'em it's free haddie till he free
Man I miss my guys
Funnel cake oreo bussin fried
Eyes real low konicaiwh
City a war zone not online
Da duh da doom gra ta ta
Don't want pun pun I want top
And my hair long
Sideshow bob I get bread
Whole wheat and rye
She with me but
She ain't mine

Don't love me
Just fuck me good
Don't love me
Just fuck me good
Dont love me
Just fuck me good
Don't love me just
Woah wait
Walk in the spot
And it's up and it's stuck
I give out charity
Don't give a fuck
Please do not play with me
Not one of them
There go Katanna
He snapping again
Glock not rock
I'm not wrestling him
200 dollars I make a dm
Niggas don't even be having no motion
always talking bout let's tap in
What the fuck
Is you gon bring to the table
How you get everything
Except this paper
RayK do everything
You get from labels
Instagram Reels Only thing that I'm saving
Im all in her mouth like hookah
Im up early morning with roosters
Right now its designer but member
Them days I used to go cop
From them boosters
If you a real nigga salute ya
I trap out Atlanta like future
My mother once said
You got make a way or
You got make excuses
So im on that paper like Ink
Im nuttin all over her minks
I gotta lot of fuck to give
None about how you think
Pull up swerving fuck a sprinter
Tinted windows out the rental
What I look like chasing women
I dont even chase my liquor
Im too busing for this za
So please dont blow my high
Them shots got blow your mind
And we gon spin your block

Hoes like Ray we miss you
Gang like Ray we miss you
That ass too fat
Can I hit it from the back
That thing go clap it jiggle
Rock Rock Rock Rock
Bounce Bounce Bounce