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- Ray Luv - Bubble Lyrics
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- [intro]
- [Ray Luv]
- Yiddo, Yiddo, ha ha ha ha, this yo' nigga Young Ray Luv
- Back in yo' motherfucking face, you know?
- Ha ha ha ha, the Lynk Crew, no more trouble, just trying to bubble
- And this goes out to my son - Baby IE, wassup boy?
- I was a hustlin-ass nigga straight lovin' the game
- Always meant to be a playa put the Luv in my name
- Who put the hustle in this youngster? I guess my daddy's to blame
- Coz if it made skrilla, there wasn't no shame in his game
- Another young playa, caught up in the fortune and fame
- Nigga when I'm gone, will they still remember my name?
- Straight soldier, stayed at this here 'till it's over
- Old folks laughing, telling my daddy that I'm never sober
- Why don't you understand I'm just trying to feed my baby?
- I'm going crazy, none of y'all fools can fade me
- You trying to save me? Sometimes I feel the love is gone
- There I go, out the door to get my hustle on
- Dreams of platinum, rap after rap I'm writing back to back
- While I hustle stack for stack
- I'm caught in the cross, the game twist me into trouble
- Forever hustle, I'mma struggle 'till I bubble
- Gotta make my money double
- Struggle out of trouble, all good
- I'mma hustle till I bubble
- Gotta make my money triple
- Hennessy not ripple
- (Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
- BG turned OG, gone off that oldie
- Went from Zenith's and Vogue's to Lexus I's and gold D's
- In love with the game, will I fold G's?
- Aint no tears just beer poured for my homies
- A ghetto star, every hood in church know me
- Haters want me but trick them suckers long as the set got love for me
- I'm Lynked up to the fullest
- So you better think nine times before you come at me with some bullshit
- The Feds is crackin' down like bullwhips
- And niggas' gunnin' for me so when I smoke I keep a full clip
- I just wanna get richer
- So when you look at success I'm the nigga you seeing in the picture
- The B-I-G E-Double-D-I-E Spaghetti
- You know me already, nigga with the long fetti
- Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag
- No time to lag, stuffin' hundreds into Hefty bags
- The local motors wanna' battle
- I'm gone holler "trump", cause inflation
- Move the organization to Seattle
- Call my up-North connection
- He say, "I got it sewed up in Seattle
- Even judges in the next election"
- I have a ticket to a Samsonite
- Ready to get it on, fool I'm gone on the next flight
- A young nigga out to rumble
- Got to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
- Gotta make my money double
- Struggle out of trouble, all good
- I'mma hustle till I bubble
- Gotta make my money triple
- Hennessy not ripple
- (Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
- [Young Dre]
- My chances gettin' slim in the wind as I'm hustlin'
- Straight automatic phone call sidin' in traffic so I'm dumpin'
- Coz' all I really wanted was a piece of the ree-zor
- I bust so heavy in this geed-ame, I can't ever skeezers out on the grind
- Heard 'em motivated poppilin' bubblin' major
- Just 19 years old I'm freezing cold fiending for paper
- You ain't know I'm a young BG from the 'Tay soakin' game from my older cousin
- Convinced to grind 'till I'm ballin, you thought I wasn't
- Trying to keep my focus with the daily bomb, better get the Loc'ses
- For the chronic got more straight keeps my calm
- Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola
- So do the gypsy-twister hocus-pocus A1-Yola
- Tear in to any fool thats trying to stop my hustle
- It'll be a 211-187 Young Dre is destined to bubble
- Gotta make my money double
- Struggle out of trouble, all good
- I'mma hustle till I bubble
- Gotta make my money triple
- Hennessy not ripple
- (Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
- [Ray Luv]
- So much fetti I'm feeling hunted
- Every epsiode I be lookin' for my face on the Most Wanted
- Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould
- A kingpin on the run, nigga, like Jesse Owens
- Never knowin' which one of these suckers calling themselves a menace
- Gonna be pumped off that spinach wanna put a hot-one in a
- Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner
- Look, granny, I just want to make you proud of me and be a winner
- Get out of this shit before I'm fade out, doin' bad
- Go legit before I'm layed out, on the slab
- Who say we can't be hard, and still smart?
- Who say I gotta go out to the pen or the county morgue?
- Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'
- Me and my mail, let's see what we can make happen
- Get in it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish
- A big baller, going out to the book of Guiness
- But these playa-haters known to be snitches and traitors
- Fool you can't fade us, fuckin' with Big Eddie yes the greatest
- Little homies keep writing I'm gonna put five grand on a lawyer
- Big Eddie Records got a business license
- Rumor has it that my young niggas out there jackin'
- Oh, you aint know? I signed them soldiers now we goin' platinum
- I found my route up out the trouble
- Out to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
- Gotta make my money double
- Struggle out of trouble, all good
- I'mma hustle till I bubble
- Gotta make my money triple
- Hennessy not ripple
- (Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
- [outro]
- For the 1-99-5, straight trying to bubble
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