Lyrics:
strippers do the splits (splits)
Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the bitches
Prolly one out of a ten in California I ain't hit
Bitch, I'm raw
I need to touch
A live unbeaten earth
So that's where I'm going
I know a town in N.W. Mexico
Where the sun is gold and life exists
Hideaway
expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
corporate nigga lookin'
So what I'm on I gotta keep it secret
That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
Gripped the 30, just
verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
You'd
the function in the bomb
Niggas fronting i got it like they want
So they hating when I'm stunting
I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now
Rolls drop, top down
Eastside, 97th and town
That's where you find wine C
Locs puttin' it down
I'm just tryna make my loved ones proud
So I'm livin' like I'm
Writin' my obituary
sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
the black is back, I'm all in with the noise I bring!
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop
Animals we are
Disposable
Collapsible and raw
In you go, into some crowded room
And animals that climb
And they're climbin' over you
Until you
give it to u raw man
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw
I'm a nigga from the block man
In the club putting down wit the block man
You probably
diamonds
Think about it naw shorty I'm lyin'
Don't don't get to excited
That's the beat and I'm just rhymin'
Me so officially but no license
I guess we space
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
T Raw, T Raw, T Raw, T Raw
I don’t give a fuck at all
I don’t give a fuck at all
Last king, golds on my collarbone
Fresh, got that Immortal
Spanish, te amo my darling, babe
So what, if I put weed in my car
And I roll a purple cup
Right now I'm not feeling good
So I rolled in my hood
told you out the gate, I'm not the fake, I gotta say
And please excuse, almost forgot, man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
Money over bitches, bitch, I'm
the block is hot, ha
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks, so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, two big bodies
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
backs amongst the raps
Hold tha mac
(so, what's your roll in this music)
I have the same questions
I'm just trying to create new composition
In
to beats well I'm the rhythm ace
Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese
know my song
‘Really Raw’ Tyga dog, tiger blood
I eat your heart out
Lick my paws, Hannibal Lecter I’m so involved
Follow along, Jay Sean pass the Patron
the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby
The raw deal, because
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me
After last weekend
I heard some nigga speaking
About some Tyga beef shit
Like oh, when I see him
I live a landslide occur when deers run
By in herds,
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