Lyrics:
the impossible, don't you wanna bet?
Cuz, alot of things changed, we be waiting in vain
If you wanna get by, no pain no gain
WOW! Fakers wanna test me again
(Damn!
Late night studio vibes, just pass the blunt I'll get high
Shorty DM she gon slide, I'm fucking that chick raw, all night
Late night studio vibes,
this shit become a thrill to us
We jus want some justice
How hard is that
A police officer in jail they can't fathom that
This beat raw foreign car ridin
all night
You rise, I ride
You raw, We right
These highs
We can get it all night long
Led by emotion
Move in slow motion
Baby I'm goin'
Nobody knows
new
Cause raw it's way too strong for you
You betta pause when we moving
Cause we know just what we doing
Cut the old dope and make it brand new
wanna fall in love, lemme be your rizla
Baby you can love me raw
Girl I wanna fall in love, let me be your keeper
Girl you are my heart desire
Girl I
dinner
Motivated by starvation
Chill this is not your field
Still going in and I got no deals
Man sing song and I rap for real
Too raw on ah afrodrill
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
cuff the bitch
Tryna get out where I live
Surrounded by a couple bricks
I fell in love with the bitch, fell in love with the check
She fell in love
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
really, niggas be sayin' I'm fuckin' raw
This shit off the Dom with no paper, because I'm that fuckin' raw
Think he fuckin' tough till I put this ass in
an accent to the game Got tools, got me locked up in chains
Keeps the judge aborted by his race They told me I was stupid because of my grades
I was a little
of bitch
my invincible energy appear on the kicks
to move planets
Let me get up in it more
He rockin it
I spit up in it raw
He rockin it
No leanin
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
fashionista
She like fancy designer
She like bottega Veneta
She like Raw Gold no vendetta
She's a fashionista
She like fancy designer
She like bottega veneta
Turn the music up
Feel the bass from the car
Check my production
Make sure my vocals is raw
With the
Beat slamming
Flows hot bar for bar
I know they
When I fuck you raw I'll whisper things inside your ear (all the time)
I'll be here
I'll be here
Whenever you're with me you'll never have to tear (you
it wide open
That booty gon cause a commotion
Shawty gon buss it wide open
I'm going raw, no Trojan
Shawty gonna buss it wide open
For me, you know
ever got called gay by a whole group of girls when you told them you don't hit thots
Have you ever had no food in the house when the water turn brown
[Jamie]
(iy-oh, iy-oh, iy-oh) x8
Rawhide
singing on the motorway
gonna get to the post office
walk in the door, look at the shopkeeper
say "hello
The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you
quota
And that shit fasho doe
Bih take a photo
Now That's worth the lotto
Raw of gelato
Don't trust in the bottle
Live by it die by it
That's just
ports, circlin' the globe thuggin' the raw sport
Raw Report Magazine reader, pull up in raw form
All corn, state of athleticism in y'all dorm
What I
head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, Dominic's
My shop here by the vic's
I always, thug in black
And always, bustin' gats
Your girly's,
Discuss these in the raw by crashdet Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In