Entertainment

Album cover art for "Entertainment" by Louie Ray

Louie Ray - Rap, Detroit Trap

Entertainment

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[Intro] (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) Yeah And we back on that one shit (Rell On The Track) That motherfuckers be hard, though See, I'm not really takin' too crazy, hmm, yeah [Verse] Some days, I don't even wanna rap So many people on lil' bro, got me nem wanna ask I was tryna share my plate, too many people want a half Uh, I be smashin' all the hoes that only want a half Uh, Backwood, blowin' crazy like I'm blowin' hash Dark tint, white frame Louis while I'm blowin' past She next to me gettin' naked while I drive fast Bitch trippin', let me pay attention, I ain't tryna crash Hmm, the way the mirrors tinted, look like a movie angle Told her lock in to my station, bitch, you watching cable Out to eat, playin' in her pussy sittin' at the table Got a threesome lined up, I'm 'bout to fuck a Hazel Poured another cup thick, huh, motor oil Nigga think he slick 'til you slip, huh, olive oil I don't need security for sticks, ma, I got 'em all Ain't trippin' on the hoes that don't want me 'cause I got 'em all They love to tell you 'bout how somethin' happened but was not involved I told cuz we gotta get it crackin' if I got involved You the type of nigga could've did it, but just not evolved Head down, walkin' to the corner like a naughty dog Nigga think he on what I'm on, like not at all You think you gon' get on when I'm gone? Not at all You would never see me sharin' clothes, not at all If it got a smell, you ain't gettin' nothin', baby, not at all I'm low-key, but I ain't hurtin', nigga, not at all Never for one date, think I ain't workin', nigga, not at all Sippin' purple, nah, for sure, but I ain't perpin', nigga, not at all Glad you switched up, you wouldn't even worked the nigga, not at all You ain't worth the shit, man You ain't worth hangin' 'round no nigga like me anyway, no bullshit, ayy (Rell On The Track) Goin' to do a mission, I ain't cha 'bout to, yop, yop We was goin' to do a mission, nigga, shh We was goin' to do a mission, ain't cha 'bout to ride? I was with lil' bro, so I ain't care if we jumped out and died (Give a fuck) First, I was playin' with thirty racks, that shit multiplied Second, it was three chains at once, that shit caught the eye On 'em, how the fuck he got a pair? He probably caught a ride On 'em, why the fuck is he the leader? He could let it slide Crib got a whole theater, imitate the vibes These leather sweatsuits cost a rack, I wear these all the time Paper on me out in public with my 45 Bought some shit to blend in, they don't know it's mine I'ma fly her friend in, fuck it, cross the line If my new piece cost a hundred racks, I had to walk it down My conversation got the panties off, I can talk them down Man, he ain't even run up shoot, he walked him down Where them niggas on? What you on at? (Where they at?) Man, what hood you niggas from? Where the stoves at? Where the corners you be bending? Where you known at? Hmm, I know what's a half a brick, but when you sold that? Before rap, I was only trappin', where you roll at? Louie right, see all the bullshit, but don't condone that Rap niggas ain't even rappers, this shit entertainment I know why that bitch be trippin', 'cause I entertain her Yeah, can't keep jewelry off me, I need more restrainments Nigga, I don't do the losin', I be more with gang nem Yeah, droppin' back to back got me in here trainin' Jewelry hittin' off the lights, it look like it's rainin' He tryna go viral, he the type to stage it [Outro] Yeah

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  • StupidDogBeats
  • Rell On The Track