| I’m a make my nigga love dat
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| I’m still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit
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| Show me where your love at what’s wrong wit dat
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| (Bad bitch’s in the back ground)
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| «Cause ain’t nothin' wrong wit dat.»
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| I need some scrill n' that’s real
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| They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O’Neill
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| Came out to early an' signed the wrong deal
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| So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals
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| Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho
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| Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go
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| Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical’s bro
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| The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn’t know
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| To do for my Ho I’ll ride on a scooter in snow
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| Who do you know that’ll tutor your Ho
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| The executor truth n' shit
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| Got em' wishin’to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters
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| To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas'
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| Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat
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| Holla
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| I’m a make my people love dat
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| I’m still in the shit killin' the shit
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| Cause nigga still feelin' this shit
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| Nigga show me where your love at
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| What’s wrong with dat
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| (Back to chours number one.)
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| Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen
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| It’s your ho?
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| It’s my nut
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| It ain’t nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut
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| An see your slut on the passenger side I’m like what?
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| This bitch call me that’s why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby
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| Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones
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| But I got Seven-Six-Two's (Recording Studio) that are pumpin' your dome
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| Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone
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| Man I’m tellin' ya
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| Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in
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| Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn
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| With a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller
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| I ain’t got I a dollar to spend
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| Jus' holla n' then next week it’s Quality Inn
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| Can’t wait to see Dada (Check shout outs n' thank youse)
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| Again soon as he get outta the pen
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| Holla
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| Eh. |
| you got some money?
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| You better invest that
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| Cause nigga’ll be all in your house like «where the rest at?»
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| Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
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| You blessed cause you ain’t sleeping in your vest cat
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| Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds
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| And Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones
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| Partner!
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| You know what blunt’s do to your lungs?
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| Nuttin'
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| Least bit they plottin' the meek shit
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| But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit
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| An' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga’s
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| I be sparking wit
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| But we family so normally we chalk the shit
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| Informally
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| My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me?
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| (This is harmony.) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song He Think He Raw , by - CASUAL. Song from the album He Think He Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп