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raw - lei lyrics

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[intro]
(got me nodding off these coffee cups, it’s codeine what i sip)

[chorus]
she think my swag so raw, my jeans g*star
she wondering how i live
i pop xanax bars in expensive cars
with designer broads and sh*t
i smoke too much, dog, i’m about to fly off
i’ma go, let me just say this
n*ggas don’t care ’bout y’all, don’t care ’bout y’all
n*ggas need to get off my d*ck

[verse]
i’m cutting the motherf*ckin’ brick, i’m serving that motherf*ckin’ block
i call her blade because she chop, i got my rollie flooded with rocks
i hit the motherf*ckin’ p*ssy, make it pop, she hit the motherf*ckin’ floor, make it drop
wipe yo motherf*ckin’ nose, wipе ya snot, n*ggas got the lo’, i’ma get a drop
she want thе whole load, not a drop
i f*ck her to the morning, like, ya
i been passing out presents to these hoes
like i’m f*cking santa claus
b*tch a p*ssy, she hit me with the claws
i just bought the maybach just because
i was talking ’bout racks, huh
n*ggas talking ’bout racks or somethin’
tell a n*gga get back, yeah
i don’t f*ck what that, yeah, yeah, yeah
i was chilling in the back, bruh, what a bad b*tch
feel on her ass, bruh
n*gga, got a tec on me, got some tec on me
gotta move tact, bruh
i ain’t even gon’ sweat it, i ain’t gon’ stress it
bruh, it ain’t even math, bruh
[refrain]
i’m serving this motherf*ckin’ bass until this b*tch pass out
i walk in the bank and i told them n*ggas i’ma cash out
i brought the dogs out, n*gga, but, f*ck that, i brought the racks out
i fell in love with the drugs and the 808, n*gga, i don’t feel sad now
i’m in the motherf*ckin’ trap, n*gga, you could get popped like a flat
(flat, flat)
what?
(flat, slatt, flatt)
yeah, shawty my slatt, she my sl*t
i pull her back, like, what?
she finna catch these nuts
i’m in the ‘bach, i just wanna f*ck
fendi my bag, bag

[bridge]
(i just gotta tell you one thing, baby)
(i’m so cool and i’m so hot, baby)

[chorus]
she think my swag so raw, my jeans g*star
she wondering how i live
i pop xanax bars in expensive cars
with designer broads and sh*t
i smoke too much, dog, i’m about to fly off
i’ma go, let me just say this
n*ggas don’t care ’bout y’all, don’t care ’bout y’all
n*ggas need to get off my d*ck
she think my swag so raw, my jeans g*star
she wondering how i live
i pop xanax bars in expensive cars
with designer broads and sh*t
i smoke too much, dog, i’m about to fly off
i’ma go, let me just say this
i’m cutting that motherf*cker up
i’m cutting that brick, i’m cutting that brick
[bridge]
(yeah)
(she think my swag so raw, my jeans g*star, yeah)
(she think my swag so raw, my jeans g*star, she wondering how i live)
(got me nodding off my coffee cups, it’s codeine what i sip)

[refrain]
i’m serving this motherf*ckin’ bass until this b*tch pass out
i walk in the bank and i told them n*ggas i’ma cash out
i brought the dogs out, n*gga, but, f*ck that, i brought the racks out
i fell in love with the drugs and the 808, n*gga, i don’t feel sad now
i’m in the motherf*ckin’ trap, n*gga, you could get popped like a flat
(flat, flat)
what?
(flat, slatt, flatt)
yeah, shawty my slatt, she my sl*t
i pull her back, back, back, back, back

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