Lyrics Raymond Washington - Dom Kennedy

Raymond Washington

I know a bitch with a pitbull named Bugatti
And get real dollars, this life ain’t for everybody
They only follow niggas with they shit right
Types of whips makes her keep shit tight
You can’t hate on me, boy I’m getting mine
She cum three times, then it’s good night
Don’t be offended when I call you by the pet name
It’s real things going on by the fireside
All she wanna do is spend quality time
My chain so bright, chain so bright
I only blow candy, jeans still Acne, ballin' like Landry
Ballin' like Ja Morant
If I go now, I’ll make top ten
Realest niggas from my city, talkin' all time
I’m like Tom Bradley and Eric White
We gone get faded 'til the bar close
Can’t remember what I did last night
Allow me to reintroduce myself, ay
My nigga Nick the real reason that I’m here
Sometimes I sit and think what If I was him?
What if woulda got bodied, labeled a nobody
Never touched the Red Sea with my own hand
Ever been to Copenhagen it’s amazing
My subtle demonstration bring the female stimulation
How you makin' songs vibrate like that?
We’ve been drinking Veuve like it’s on tap
Fifty thou' for a walkthrough, give me that
G4 got' em fuckin for a wristband
My chain so bright, chain so bright
I only smoke candy, jeans still Acne, ballin' like Landry
I’m ballin' like Ja Morant
If I go now, I’ll make top ten
Realest niggas in my city, talkin' all time
I’m like Baron Davis and Barry White
We gone get faded 'til the bar close
Can’t believe what I did last night
R.I.P Kobe
OPM for life
What you know bout that?