Lyrics:
The hour is nigh
Let the Krosstika fly
Let now the symbol define you
With a wave of raw hate
The Krosstika takes
The symbol is there to remind you
So
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
garde
Probably 'cause I'm all off the chart
Only thing poppy about me
Is what my Puerto Rican mami call me when she on me
And the raw me is all I let
mouth, raw meat,
Your blood drool attracts the flies.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
I give a little
forehead
When I'm at war, raw is the only way I play it
You think you was on NBA Jam, you hear that choppa
Go Blakka-ga-blakka, Boom-shakka-laka-laka
It get
When it hits it's always raw
But you know it could be better
I don't care about the songs that use these chords
I am sure there's plenty more
But I
country rap tunes like Hee-Haw
Cocaine flow fishscale no re-rock
Take a snort for yourself shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go
disease, it's such a raw deal world
I don't need to deceive you, I'm the real bad girl
Mystified, armed to the teeth
Nails through an empty heart that
(law)
Trust me I'm keeping it raw (keeping it raw)
My brother be peeping you out (peeping you out)
Trust in my dog with a paw (dog with a paw)
Cut in
(Dmac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
You know me, I play it raw
Hold up, go
These bitches dramatic (how),
and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon' be yours (stay down)
V-neck G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (uh)
Life
sippin' Fanta
We could get it raw to Savannah (raw)
Pull up in the Porsche with Diana
Of course I pay to be the boss, hand it
Niggas think they Ross,
the rap game, fuck I look like buyin' a Plan B
But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?
I'ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch sing in key
and smokin' weed like I'm in Belly (hey)
Fuck the police, if they want me first they gotta catch me (gone)
I had an eight left, I drank one raw, now I got
Yeah, I'ma ride or die for the clique
Boy I swear to god that I would die for this shit (that be Maaly Raw)
I'ma ride and die for the clique
brag 'bout what I bought
Fuck the cost, fuck you thought, hey
Ayy Sky
If I say anything that's not raw as possible
Stop the song, yeah (facts)
Oouu
Oouu that drink raw
Pass me a lighter man
Aye I'm in the booth right now right
And I look around and I finally realize
That I done turned
in my raw, I'm about to get it all
Peace to my dogs
Cookies in my raws, man I'm 'bout to get it all
Shit, built Ford Tough
Couple sports cars
me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come
remember, when I took it over with rapping
51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking
Residuals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine
Rapidly
eat
Damn I feel like meech
My car don't got a top
It's money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock
And I'm drinking Raw
Lil momma so fine I went up
tastes so sweet
Uh, bitch, gag on it
I'ma hit it raw, no bag on it
Call you my bitch, I'm taggin' it
Get ready to gag, it's happenin'
Uh, bitch, gag
booster start my car (skrrt, start my car)
Got Bama out here teachin' me Patois (wa gwan?)
I see why niggas wanna fuck me raw (fuck me raw)
He said my
uh
Same gun that I kill bro with (brrt)
Step on niggas like dog shit (brrt)
I'on't need me a condom, got a raw bitch (raw bitch)
Fuck the police,
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