Oh my god
My hair is blue
(Why is it blue, bro?)
I keep dying it
Day quar- nineteen
Quarantine day nineteen
(You don't even know how to speak, c'mon)
Oh my god
What happened
Do I love these hoes
Man, apparently (You do)
I gave you my heart
And you gave it right
And you even charged me with a handling fee
Nah, nah I ain't with it (Bitch)
Man I don't get it (Aye)
They say it's hard to pour something from an empty jar (what)
And if we ain't trust
Then we won't get far
But thanks for f*cking with me (Thank you)
'Cause now I'm f*cking with me
I'm done treading from the light
Turned around back down now
I can see (Ooh)
And I ain't waste time (No we don't)
So don't waste time
No more running around straying from the path
Gotta hold it down, baby girl
I'm doing just fine
Oh man don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise you we'll get through it
Aye, don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise you we'll get through it
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye
Put your crown on, king (Put it on)
Don't let me down now, king
Dust yourself
Aye, help me sing
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
Hehehe keep going
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
Catch flights
What we not catchin'
Not feelings (Coronavirus)
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
(To the top)
These men
Ain't shit
These men
Ain't shit
Sing it
These men
Ain't shit
These men
Ain't shit
Aye (No they not)
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye
Put your crown on, king (Put it on)
Don't let me down now, king (Don't do it)
Dust yourself
Aye, help me sing
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
Hehehe keep going (He don't miss)
Go, Raymond
Go, Raymond
Go, go, go, Raymond
Go, Bobby
Go, Bobby
Go, go, go Bobby
Go, Raymond
Go, Raymond
Go, go, go, Raymond
Go, Bobby
Go, Bobby
Go, go, go Bobby
Raycos makin' lumpia
Raycos - Catch Flights, Not Feelings (feat. Bobby) Lyrics
Raycos - Catch Flights, Not Feelings (feat. Bobby) Lyrics
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Oh my god
My hair is blue
(Why is it blue, bro?)
I keep dying it
Day quar- nineteen
Quarantine day nineteen
(You don't even know how to speak, c'mon)
Oh my god
What happened
Do I love these hoes
Man, apparently (You do)
I gave you my heart
And you gave it right
And you even charged me with a handling fee
Nah, nah I ain't with it (Bitch)
Man I don't get it (Aye)
They say it's hard to pour something from an empty jar (what)
And if we ain't trust
Then we won't get far
But thanks for f*cking with me (Thank you)
'Cause now I'm f*cking with me
I'm done treading from the light
Turned around back down now
I can see (Ooh)
And I ain't waste time (No we don't)
So don't waste time
No more running around straying from the path
Gotta hold it down, baby girl
I'm doing just fine
Oh man don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise you we'll get through it
Aye, don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise you we'll get through it
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye
Put your crown on, king (Put it on)
Don't let me down now, king
Dust yourself
Aye, help me sing
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
Hehehe keep going
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
Catch flights
What we not catchin'
Not feelings (Coronavirus)
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
(To the top)
These men
Ain't shit
These men
Ain't shit
Sing it
These men
Ain't shit
These men
Ain't shit
Aye (No they not)
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye
Put your crown on, king (Put it on)
Don't let me down now, king (Don't do it)
Dust yourself
Aye, help me sing
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
Hehehe keep going (He don't miss)
Go, Raymond
Go, Raymond
Go, go, go, Raymond
Go, Bobby
Go, Bobby
Go, go, go Bobby
Go, Raymond
Go, Raymond
Go, go, go, Raymond
Go, Bobby
Go, Bobby
Go, go, go Bobby
Raycos makin' lumpia
My hair is blue
(Why is it blue, bro?)
I keep dying it
Day quar- nineteen
Quarantine day nineteen
(You don't even know how to speak, c'mon)
Oh my god
What happened
Do I love these hoes
Man, apparently (You do)
I gave you my heart
And you gave it right
And you even charged me with a handling fee
Nah, nah I ain't with it (Bitch)
Man I don't get it (Aye)
They say it's hard to pour something from an empty jar (what)
And if we ain't trust
Then we won't get far
But thanks for f*cking with me (Thank you)
'Cause now I'm f*cking with me
I'm done treading from the light
Turned around back down now
I can see (Ooh)
And I ain't waste time (No we don't)
So don't waste time
No more running around straying from the path
Gotta hold it down, baby girl
I'm doing just fine
Oh man don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise you we'll get through it
Aye, don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise you we'll get through it
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye
Put your crown on, king (Put it on)
Don't let me down now, king
Dust yourself
Aye, help me sing
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
Hehehe keep going
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
Catch flights
What we not catchin'
Not feelings (Coronavirus)
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
(To the top)
These men
Ain't shit
These men
Ain't shit
Sing it
These men
Ain't shit
These men
Ain't shit
Aye (No they not)
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust these hoes
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye
Put your crown on, king (Put it on)
Don't let me down now, king (Don't do it)
Dust yourself
Aye, help me sing
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Catch flights, not feelings
Never trust no hoe no more
Hell no
Stack your paper to the ceiling
Aye, aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
These men ain't shit
Aye
Hehehe keep going (He don't miss)
Go, Raymond
Go, Raymond
Go, go, go, Raymond
Go, Bobby
Go, Bobby
Go, go, go Bobby
Go, Raymond
Go, Raymond
Go, go, go, Raymond
Go, Bobby
Go, Bobby
Go, go, go Bobby
Raycos makin' lumpia
Writer: Robert Santos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid