Ray Clll - Villianous Intentions (feat. C4 tech.) Lyrics

Ay, lay it down, such a bad influence
Puttin' 50 on the table, put some uh into it
I said, lay it down, back it up
Partially fluent, I ain't talkin' bout language
But the tongue ain't excluded, homie said what
Teeth bound, mouth tight, all while I'm screwin
Got a black car, backseat, or you give me head
Put your knees in the floor a bit
Only headshots only when I walk in the building
That's why I got shooters out south of your children
And you better play it safe, cause if I am a villain
I don't have to f*ckin' answer to nobody
Out here trippin, out here sayin' I should give a f*ckin' listen
Have you ever listened to a word I said
I don't give a f*ck if you end up dead
Pussy ass bitch and that's all I said
Better count your money or you'll end in debt
When you're playin' with me and you're playin' with the best
Got semi-automatic lyrics bangin' out the chest
And the fendi on my collar is a real rich flex
Testin' out the water like, what can I say
For you're headin' to the comments
And I'm all up in your head as you think about respondin
Now I'm in your head like, hey, what's poppin
Wrap around your thoughts like, bitches, I'm the top ten
There's only one shot, let it leave with that option
Radio, top ten stations, I'm poppin
There's only one shot, let it leave with that option
Radio, top ten stations, I'm poppin
Late night drivin' with your friends and I'm poppin
What you gonna do, cause I ain't planned on stoppin
Hey, this is a song, but your incompetence got it right
Typical, hold my beer, I'm gonna start a fight
Bitch, sit down, million of them in my pockets
Denim I'm low risin, I'm still in the fight
But you kept on talkin, but you ever stopped to think
Maybe you wasn't right
Back against the wall, bitch, I was holdin' your life
Back against the wall, bitch, I was holdin' your life
Back against the wall, bitch, I was holdin' your life
Back against the wall, bitch, I was holdin' your life
F*ck off
Bitch
Pettiness and vengeance, the difference
Is my level of commitment, you mix it
With a little villainous intent, you get this
Sick, twist it, son of a bitch
Oh shit, should've been locked away in the cage
Since age of eight, and set on a schedule
Sedative, so I'm nice and laid, better hope and pray
You don't cross my way, cause the lord may be
Forgiving, but this nine milly ain't
And I ain't a saint, so I don't fear sin
Just as God turned away, don't mean I don't see shit
So stack your chips and load your clips
And hide your bitch, cause I'm sendin' my soldiers in
And there ain't nothin' that's stoppin
And when I spot him, I'm droppin' some money to go and stop him
He's layn' off hella shots and somebody please call the cops
Cause there's so many niggas droppin
And I ain't thinkin' bout stoppin, or call in quits
Cause I'll put a nigga lights out quick
Faster than you can grab a gat and you can say, oh shit
This bitch shouldn't have crossed lines, she kept it at talk
Cause crossin' lines is how your bitch ass get lined in chalk
And I got niggas to stalk
Hit and zip you, then throw you to the Pacific
Your punk ass will be fish food