| I said slow drag 'em, yeah, this is how you go platinum
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| Chrome magnum, rollin' in my gold Aston
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| Blow past 'em, ask 'em cold smashin'
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| Rope and gag 'em, wrote classics, broke glasses
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| Closed caskets, foes asses get blasted
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| Sick bastards, thick gashes over lasses
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| Molasses, put you where the trash is, you’re plastic
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| Below average, tryin' to come at this, savage
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| Black sabbath, maverick, Caliphate’s back faggot
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| Ten gallon hat, horseback gallop
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| From here to Dallas, my style is hard like callous
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| Most ya’ll rappers can toss my salad (bitch)
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| For all the real, hard to kill
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| Hardbody build, wheels run a quarter mil
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| Chillin' at the crib out in Forest Hills
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| Whores from Brazil, tryin' to steal chlorophyll (green)
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| My aura still got more appeal
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| Big bills on the floor spill
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| Now that it’s on let the fours peel
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| Motherfucker you catch a raw deal, you catch a raw deal
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| My shit is ringin' like two for five
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| Or you can get your order supersized, hop in the coupe and drive (leave)
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| Guys scrutinize, we came through in Saabs
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| Overcome the odds, rollin' in somethin' hard
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| Keep the gun in my London Fog, livin' high off the hog
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| And tearin' shines off frauds
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| You’re all hittin' the wrong chords, live in dischord
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| So I throw D’s on the toy like I’m Rich Boy
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| Some saw it comin', but now I’m off and runnin'
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| More stunnin', niggas I’m sonnin'
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| Fresh out the dungeon, bitch, don’t let the sun in we gettin' blunted
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| Bud seven hundred of onion red hairs on it
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| For that dope we dance like Fred Astaire on it
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| Patent leather red Air Forces, yeah it’s gorgeous
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| Self portraits of bosses at the office
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| Bangin' young Kate Mosses, resources
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| Twin Porsches, all black like soy sauce is
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| Peel quicker than Earl Boykins
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| Niggas ain’t got too many choices
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| So I keep pearls like oysters, and ride around in Rolls Royces
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| I hear voices at the fortress
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| I held the bomb detonator like a joystick
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| Blow up a bitch and her boyfriend in the toy Benz
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| Destroy-in ball point pens enjoy shrimp
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| For all the real, hard to kill
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| Hardbody build, wheels run a quarter mil
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| Chillin' at the crib out in Forest Hills
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| Whores from Brazil, tryin' to steal chlorophyll (green)
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| My aura still got more appeal
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| Big bills on the floor spill
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| Now that it’s on let the fours peel
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| Motherfucker you catch a raw deal, you catch a raw deal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raw Deal , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп