Jim Jones, Ball Greezy, Fivio Foreign - Record Me Baby // Ray Ray Skit lyrics
Fivio Foreign [Maxie Lee Ryles III] Brooklyn, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jim Jones, Ball Greezy, Fivio Foreign - Record Me Baby // Ray Ray Skit lyrics]
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good record me baby
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Jumpin out the drop
And you know I got a gun on me
Got a few joints, that's a front on me
Had to ask what it's gon be?
Got a couple wings, you could make a stack
She said turn the music down
She could make it clap can't front
She had an ass that was crazy fat
When she throw it like Imma make the catch
Brand new Porshe, and she call me Dr
Bottles of the red, got us
Still got the sauce like I'm hot speghetti
She taking pictures of the bathroom
I wanna teach her later
Hit it in the classroom
I wanna eat it like I'm
Coming off a food strike
Talking messy, like we just had a food fight
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good record me baby
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Rolling it up, smoking it up
All in the cup, pouring it up
She got more in her butt
More in, dollar bills, throwing them up
Took a snap
Next to the roles, pull them down
Get exposed everything cold
After party baby, everything closed
Police at the door, cut the music down low
Crank it back up, when them motherfuckers go
But fuck the neighbors, the kid got paper
Fix that later i can take you by the pool
House full of rooms, whatever that you choose
Hell yeah, we
But don't go to sleep before you hop on this
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good record me baby
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
I look too damn good record me baby
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Jumpin out the drop
And you know I got a gun on me
Got a few joints, that's a front on me
Had to ask what it's gon be?
Got a couple wings, you could make a stack
She said turn the music down
She could make it clap can't front
She had an ass that was crazy fat
When she throw it like Imma make the catch
Brand new Porshe, and she call me Dr
Bottles of the red, got us
Still got the sauce like I'm hot speghetti
She taking pictures of the bathroom
I wanna teach her later
Hit it in the classroom
I wanna eat it like I'm
Coming off a food strike
Talking messy, like we just had a food fight
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good record me baby
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Rolling it up, smoking it up
All in the cup, pouring it up
She got more in her butt
More in, dollar bills, throwing them up
Took a snap
Next to the roles, pull them down
Get exposed everything cold
After party baby, everything closed
Police at the door, cut the music down low
Crank it back up, when them motherfuckers go
But fuck the neighbors, the kid got paper
Fix that later i can take you by the pool
House full of rooms, whatever that you choose
Hell yeah, we
But don't go to sleep before you hop on this
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good record me baby
Record me baby damn it, I look good
I look too damn good