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TC & Mtvray - MtvRay (A Lot) Lyrics



TC & Mtvray - MtvRay (A Lot) Lyrics




I feel better when I know that crack cooking
With dem gats living in the trap spot

Wit a model b*tch
Getting back shots
Make the fiends
Call when the trap hot

N*ggas walk down catchin beezies
How a n*gga living why I'm post to stash glocks

Why my man had to turn rat
You know dis ain't dat ock

Said she love me
I know dem ain't facts huhhh

Play ya cards
Dis ain't pity pack

Had to get it off
F*ck the chitter chat

I know n*ggas fraud I ain't into

You more like a broad
I'm just spittin facts

B*tch I'm on geek looking for a op
Im just killing him
Make his *ggas watch

Dey know how we bleed
Brody
Want the rock
He gon let it squeeze
Aiming at the top

Iont pass the L bitch
Just my migo
We gon ping pong
F*ck a thot

I'm living in hell b*tch
Ion need foes
Cus my right hand getting shot

Watch the things you say about a real street n*gga

Iont catch waves
Ion bop

I'm living my best days
Like I'm PAC

I know n*ggas just praying that I flop

I feel like my b*tch
Changing up on me
She don't really see
That she changed a lot

I know that my team
Gon make it buss
If a n*gga seem like he got the drop

I been green chasing
Get it off the pot

Mama had dream
I ain't make it out

I seen n*ggas talk heavy when that wreck came
N*ggas start stayin in the house

I done stood ten toes
On my deadops
Playing laser tag wit a red dot

I gave you my last
Cus I care about u
I member dey laughed
I was dead pop

I know n*ggas dissin
We can get it popping
Ion like attention
I just like my dollars
Lotta n*ggas snitching
Shoulda been a doctor
Itching off a perc
To spin n get to choppin

I feel better when I know that crack cooking
With dem gats living in the trap spot

Wit a model b*tch
Getting back shots
Make the fiends
Call when the trap hot

N*ggas walk down catchin beezies
How a nigga living why I'm post to stash glocks

Why my man had to turn rat
You know dis ain't dat ock

Said she love me
I know dem ain't facts huhhh
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I feel better when I know that crack cooking
With dem gats living in the trap spot

Wit a model b*tch
Getting back shots
Make the fiends
Call when the trap hot

N*ggas walk down catchin beezies
How a n*gga living why I'm post to stash glocks

Why my man had to turn rat
You know dis ain't dat ock

Said she love me
I know dem ain't facts huhhh

Play ya cards
Dis ain't pity pack

Had to get it off
F*ck the chitter chat

I know n*ggas fraud I ain't into

You more like a broad
I'm just spittin facts

B*tch I'm on geek looking for a op
Im just killing him
Make his *ggas watch

Dey know how we bleed
Brody
Want the rock
He gon let it squeeze
Aiming at the top

Iont pass the L bitch
Just my migo
We gon ping pong
F*ck a thot

I'm living in hell b*tch
Ion need foes
Cus my right hand getting shot

Watch the things you say about a real street n*gga

Iont catch waves
Ion bop

I'm living my best days
Like I'm PAC

I know n*ggas just praying that I flop

I feel like my b*tch
Changing up on me
She don't really see
That she changed a lot

I know that my team
Gon make it buss
If a n*gga seem like he got the drop

I been green chasing
Get it off the pot

Mama had dream
I ain't make it out

I seen n*ggas talk heavy when that wreck came
N*ggas start stayin in the house

I done stood ten toes
On my deadops
Playing laser tag wit a red dot

I gave you my last
Cus I care about u
I member dey laughed
I was dead pop

I know n*ggas dissin
We can get it popping
Ion like attention
I just like my dollars
Lotta n*ggas snitching
Shoulda been a doctor
Itching off a perc
To spin n get to choppin

I feel better when I know that crack cooking
With dem gats living in the trap spot

Wit a model b*tch
Getting back shots
Make the fiends
Call when the trap hot

N*ggas walk down catchin beezies
How a nigga living why I'm post to stash glocks

Why my man had to turn rat
You know dis ain't dat ock

Said she love me
I know dem ain't facts huhhh
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Writer: Ray Leon
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Performed By: TC & Mtvray
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Ray Leon

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