| EJ Beats
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| Big 23 shit
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| Oh-oh
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| Too much shit been going on, tryna get over it all
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| Sittin', thinkin' to myself I got my back 'gainst the wall
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| Knowin' God damn well they ain’t gon' pick me up if I fall
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| Ain’t talking school when I tell you I got some problems to solve
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| I put fear into all these niggas heart, they know I’ve been raw
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| Float through my city, got about fifty in my rifle assault
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| Cuban link choker’s around my neck to let you know I’m a dog
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| This shit ain’t over, when we step, bitch, we gon' fuck over y’all
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| Them Percocets got me upset, bitch, I don’t need one to talk
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| Lookin' mad, quiet as a bitch, they think I locked up my jaw
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| Them dirty sodas catchin' up with me, it feel like I’m paused
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| They ask why I’m in love with it, 'cause, bitch, it help with the cold
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| Fuck the beef, I’m tryna put a nigga underneath
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| My niggas slide and creep, every day these niggas hide from me
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| Tell me who tryna bleed, we gon' put your ass behind the heat
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| Must wanna D-I-E, smoke on me, that’s what I’m tryna see (Oh-oh)
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| Can’t trust a soul that’s how this shit go, ride in a two door
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| I dumped the ashes out the window, can’t fuck with you hoes
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| And no, you niggas ain’t my kinfolk, we slide with them poles
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| Shots hit your top, we tell 'em «Get low» (Bang, bang, bang)
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| Too much shit been going on, tryna get over it all
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| Sittin', thinkin' to myself I got my back 'gainst the wall
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| Knowin' God damn well they ain’t gon' pick me up if I fall
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| Ain’t talking school when I tell you I got some problems to solve
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| I put fear into all these niggas heart, they know I’ve been raw
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| Float through my city, got about fifty in my rifle assault
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| Cuban link choker’s around my neck to let you know I’m a dog
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| This shit ain’t over, when we step, bitch, we gon' fuck over y’all
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| Don’t do no talkin', I like to step for real
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| I ain’t got on no shoulder pads with my niggas in that field
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| Think I’m playin'? |
| That’s a body bag, I’ma show you this shit real
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| This that real life poppin' out, you ain’t tryna catch a kill
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| No, we ain’t actin', my niggas, we clappin'
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| 'Cause niggas be on it, you have it, we want it
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| We catch you in traffic, you know that’s your ass, bitch
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| We slip on opponents, it go down any moment (Oh-oh)
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| Clutchin' on my iron, I got my finger on the trigger
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| At first I was blind, now I can’t fuck with you niggas
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| He say he official, bitch, you know I been official
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| Now I can’t fuck with ya unless that shit beneficial
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| Too much shit been going on, tryna get over it all
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| Sittin', thinkin' to myself I got my back 'gainst the wall
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| Knowin' God damn well they ain’t gon' pick me up if I fall
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| Ain’t talking school when I tell you I got some problems to solve
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| I put fear into all these niggas heart, they know I’ve been raw
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| Float through my city, got about fifty in my rifle assault
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| Cuban link choker’s around my neck to let you know I’m a dog
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| This shit ain’t over, when we step, bitch, we gon' fuck over y’all
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| Don’t do no talkin', I like to step for real (Step for real)
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| Like to step for real
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| My niggas in that field
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| Gon' play in some body bags, I’ma show you this shit real
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| Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, y’all know we on that 23 shit
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| Ayy, stop that fuckin' talkin', bitch
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| You gon' be on the news soon, ha
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| Bang |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw, artist - JayDaYoungan. Album song Misunderstood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп