Lyrics:
girls by the pair
Supreme's what I smoke
Supreme's for my clothes
Go supreme in the whip in sixth gear
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
been canceled, I done been muted
By the whole industry, I done said fuck it
Got a few metric ton loads comin' in, I been reluctant to touch 'em
I got
the deep cosmos
The impact pushed back, the first five rows
But before the raw live shows
I remember I's a little snot-nosed
Rockin' Cazal goggles
the deep cosmos
The impact pushed back, the first five rows
But before the raw live shows
I remember I's a little snot-nosed
Rockin' Cazal goggles
'em in the stores and millions have bought it
An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the disco
On the airwaves, we
Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic check
EPMD's in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I
Like a Cheeto
If you a bitch
Get cut like a poodle (Snip)
They want me to be curt
But I ain't Russle (Nah)
If they wanna tussle
Bet I go in raw
Lock up
Bush in the Middle East
Push out 100 Ps, push out 100 key
Push on the entire metrics
Rollin' whips, sturdier than sceptics
You heard of my eclectic, raw
Ahww, T-Raww, Young Kobe
I'm 24 nigga, Young Kobe
On 24's that's, Young Kobe
I'm king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish
me
Let me out the cage, now I'm in ya broad jaw
Cool cat, I'm a mut, I'm a raw dog
I know all you niggas thinkin' I'mma fall off
I just took a lil'
I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
Jada
DOORS WOULD BE LOCKED…YOU
GOTTA GO TO THE BLUE DOORS IN THE BACK OF THE…OH MY GOD!
CARLY IS INTERUPTED BY HER NOTICE OF FREDDIE WITH A
HUGE
the case of withdrawal
For the pull back up when my face hit the floor
Racing the laws of the time
Ain't a case in the world
Where a winner got no scraps by
locked for some next shit
Got a raw box then I press it
They talk it, I live it
Gotta call for the four in the midget
So I flew round to the kitchen
I got
Yeah
(Yeah yeah)
It's Dolph, Migos
Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft,
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
Play by your rule book
Found what your control can't steal
I won't play by your rule book
Found what your control can't steal
How can you cultural mind
go to the mall
Niggas tryna fuck wit me but I can't fuck wit yall
And when I fuck my bitch I only fuck her raw
Drugs they help me
I be by my lonely cuz
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually
Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(What's your name?)
Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well
We be kickin bass all up in your face
And when it comes
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually
Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(What's your name?)
What is it you want
What do you hope to achieve
By sowing seeds that could destroy a future
You better avoid it
Or use protection
What is it you want
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