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lirik lagu raymond 1969 – schoolboy q


raymond 1969

[verse 1]
they say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack
straight out insomniac, let’s get this f*cker live
loadin up pistols while gettin high
45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes
my little n*gg* 12 said he with it, yeah
gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it
soon as he lit it cause was finished, now c*ck back the gat
little mask and gloves, let’s get to buisiness
but they worry about osama
killed a b*tch n*gg* and get his family manana
didn’t get a coma nor a cent for the karma
just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor
zombie land a bunch of dead men walkin
livin abortion they oughta raise the price on coffins
f*cking make a killing but i ain’t dying up in prison
fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling

[hook]
money-money, hoes, clothes, n*gg* that’s all we know
murder-murder, kill get your f*cking cap peeled
fear around here, i smell death around here
don’t be snooping ’round here, get dogged around here

[verse 2]
they say 2012 the world gon end
sh*t it been over since raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of devils time
ain’t walking up in no shrine sh*t i’m living a life of crime
pops never gave a chance my mom crying
she can see it in my eyes, i lost my mind
sneakin out the window with angel dust in my endo
keys to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo
fire pits let to eject i hardly miss
n*gg* ditch sleep on my dog ain’t that a b*tch?
and i ain’t on my odd future tip
but sn*tch a n*gg* intestines from his nose and tell his *ss to sh*t
but they worry about osama
blood and crip n*gg*s lifetime of jeffery dhamers
flashy for the moment i’m on it i pop your collar
suicidal ain’t f*cking with these young connivers, we rivals

[hook]

[verse 3]
didn’t learn to much in school
but out i learned some sh*t, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip
pot brownies and white cookies
cops’ll pat me down but won’t touch on my girls tooshi
f*ck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me
all else fails balloon packs tampon that p*ssy
back to the set to laugh about it and get it off
lobster tails and b*tter sauce same clothes still a boss
on a mothaf*ckin’ robbing spree
probably be televised, b*tch i want the world to see
now you dumb f*ckas heard of him
sickest n*gg* out i found out that blood’s burgundy
but they worry about osama
9/11 p*ssengers ain’t seen this type of drama
vietnam wars i’m sending copper galore
bodies h*t the floor god knows i’m playing lord for sure

[hook]

[outro]
make money, make money-money-money
take money, take money-money-money
make money, steal money-money-money
kill money, my money-money-money


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