[Hook - Cyhi Da Prince] I got ray ban vision, these ain’t no prescriptions I see you haters coming niggers Don't Think that im slipping I got ray ban vision, I wear when I’m whipping I wear when I’m fucking all my women think I’m trippin I got ray ban vision X 5 This how I’m living, the only time I’m looking you in the eye if we do in bussiness I got ray ban vision
[Verse 1 : Donnis] Hey I got Ray Ban vision, my bitches think they prescription I’m lookin’ fly as fuck, like a GQ subscription You can’t see behind them when niggas know that I’m quitin’ Cause I’m going on top sour diesel that’s as a lemon, lemon No nigga, no this ain’t no Gucci shit, wearing with my Louie shit And I got a groupie bitch, who wear him with her Gucci shit She swear that I’m stupid rich cause I got all these ray ban flavors But I favor my all black darth vader I rock them when I’m blockin’ haters In something tailored Yes I’m looking dapper if you are inquiring But don’t ask me where I get them, when your paid you acquire things I spend high notes like a high school choir scenes That had them admiring, thinking that their style needs firing, damn I ain’t mean to get your fired off some fresh shit But my collection’s quite impressive
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[Verse 2 : Pill] I got my black shades on, Ray Ban on the side Lets hit the bat cave home, Bruce Wayne when I ride So those who robbing, you know I got the carbon 15 like half of 30 leave 'em slaughtered Don’t mean to brag but my black shade’s fresher Harder than then an all marble dresser Yes sir, I am the professor the teacher of all cool shit Bitches like he look like somebody I went to school with Lenses, blackout, benze to crack house and everybody keep trying to buy ya like Shaq's house Oki-ni, I put my foot out in this outfit, and Ray Bans is something I gotta leave the house with
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[Verse 3 : Danny Brown] Ray ban vision, can you see me mami? Making bitches out of paper like origami Pussy on tsunami, they slaught a salami The bitches pussy kicking like I heard a march of Nazi's I get hand me down shirts from Liberace You kiss bitches thats in to Bukake And they modern day ferrow? Quick bow and arrows That shoots sparrows in a 3 six barrels Like we have your tongue when at time and yells at Christmas carol I fuck bitches out of America Apparel So they hit me to skeet skeet and get drugged out and your weed got seeds like a major league dugout Smoke two blunts, drink a Pabst Blue Ribbon Now she call that cab and her fucking panties missing When she hit the door there was no kissing Never see me again, I got ray ban vision!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
