Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How I Was Raised, artist - Trippie Redd. Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How I Was Raised |
| Pull up in that Murciélago |
| Bottle of champagne that I pour |
| Do the dash like Grand Theft Auto |
| And you can get this semi-auto |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| Shawty give me lovin', shawty give me lovin' (Give me lovin') |
| With your bitch, probably kissin' and rubbin' (Yeah) |
| Probably kissin' and touchin' (Yeah) |
| She gon' lick me and suck me (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah, uh) |
| Bitch, I keep a Glock because that’s all I know (Yeah, yeah, uh) |
| Yeah, bitch, I keep a mop because that’s all I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah |
| I like servin' rocks because that’s all I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, bitch, I rep the block because that’s all I know, baby (Rep the block) |
| 800 baby, 1400 baby (Gang, gang, gang) |
| 1400 raised me, 800 raised me (Yeah, yeah) |
| Found my soul, it saved me (Yeah) |
| I’ma pull up in that Wraith thing, do the race like Tay-K |
| Pull up in that Murciélago |
| Bottle of champagne that I pour |
| Do the dash like Grand Theft Auto |
| And you can get this semi-auto |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know (Uh, uh, uh) |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know (Yeah, yeah, uh) |
| We gon' pull up from Murciélago (Murciélago) |
| Put that boy in the ground like a pothole (Pothole) |
| Yeah, she hit up my line, see what I’m on (I'm on) |
| And she say I took off like I’m NASA (Yeah, skrrt) |
| And that bitch, she a thot, she get passed off |
| Feel like Rondo, I’m throwin' the pass off (Pass off) |
| Better watch your lil' bitch, she get tapped on (Tapped on) |
| Too ahead of him, know that he mad, yeah (Mad, yeah) |
| She said that I’m fresh like Bel Air (Oh, oh, oh) |
| Think he a demon, send his ass to hell, yeah (Hell, yeah) |
| Just got the pack, brought it through the mail, yeah (Oh, oh, oh) |
| Remember the day that I hit a million (Million) |
| You know I ain’t regular, know I ain’t civilian (Yeah) |
| Aim for the top, boy left the ceiling (Top, top) |
| Your bitch givin' top, nigga, like the ceiling (Grr, bop) |
| Don’t fuck with your energy, I do not feel him (Bop, bop, bop, bop) |
| I said fuck all these niggas (No, no, no) |
| I do not fuck with all these niggas |
| And I’m stuck with myself (Self) |
| Only gang gon' get bigger |
| Only gang, only real niggas (On God) |
| Gon' be same gang 'til the fuckin' finish (Oh my God) |
| Same gang 'til the finish |
| Pull up in that Murciélago |
| Bottle of champagne that I pour |
| Do the dash like Grand Theft Auto |
| And you can get this semi-auto |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know |
| That’s how I was raised, all I know (all I know, yeah) |