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lirik lagu raw credits – liveraw gbt

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[intro: detroit l-o]

yea, swoop
detroit l-o n-gga, you already know. got my liveraw n-ggas in this b-tch. got my n-gga ted riot, mally mal, ishaan ishaan, my n-gga easy dae. shoutout to cash-mir, you already know

[verse 1: detroit l-o]

b-tch
i do me, i don’t care what you do
club on wheels, how i bring the bars to you
once i leave her, i ain’t coming back like fubu
i can stick em’ anywhere, they still feel it like voodoo
you can get beat if you ever try to creep
she already had the top off, she remind me of a jeep
i’m the first n-gga scr-ppin’ if ya boy ain’t got the heat on me
freddy krueger l-o if these n-ggas try to sleep on me
i’m from michigan but i reside in that georgia peach
he say he got that barry white, n-gga practice what you preach
imma spit first, naw you better make this cypher last
turn a n-gga lights out, call me l-o pendergr-ss
maxin’ with the pilots, so forget the first cl-ss
the way i give it to her, it be rougher than the first draft
excuse me, but i must ask, dawg is you a faker
cuz i oversee (over sea) you like a trip to jamaica

[verse 2: ishaan the rit god]

ha, pockets stuffed with green
receipts popping out like a atm machine
ordering pf changs, you heating up lean cuisine
girls tryna read me like a teen magazine
tryna move in the castles with jokers and kings
kobe bryant with extra rings, pimp c with extra lean
women with long hair, smell good and dress clean
she gotta have special features like deleted scenes
first cl-ss, leather seats with a flat screen
you fly coach like you run a basketball team
dressed in all black like a stretch limousine
my team fly, they girlfriends keep our feathers clean
and she like a shooting guard how she c-mming off the wings
when you stack ching ching, you cop bling bling
and all these lame n-ggas sleeping on my squad
they only sleeping on my squad, cuz my squad is a dream team

[verse 3: ted riot]

i’m blowing kush and debating these occupations
cuz when you broke, these b-tches will play you like playstation
cops searched the whip, just to see what i got hot on me
across the street, the granny’s a victim of armed robbery
coming where i’m from, i’m a product of my environment
the block became hot within seconds without a fireman
we only want peace but ain’t got no problem with firing
i doubt you keep your job, but that’s a whole different firing
mama always taught me not to be a b-tch
daddy always taught me not to be a snitch
big bro told me stack them dollars and some bricks
and keep one in the chamber, six in the clip
and when it come to the feds, learn to hold ya lips
cuz they’ll set you up and say they caught with some other sh-t
and ummm
rest in peace and rest in paradise
to all them n-ggas that lost they life off a lucky rolled pair of dice

[verse 4: mally mich]

pimping in my veins, don’t got a main chick
hoes wanna mingle cuz i’m single like a base hit
you basic, your swag so tasteless
i’m dressed in all black with the strap like the matrix
and i just think the sh-t is so outrageous
when i flash a little cash i get all these hoes naked
pop rose, cuz all the bad b-tches love it
but money is the main focus, nothing else above it
gotta make it in the world, gotta be successful
cuz being broke with no money get so f-cking stressful
even when my team down, i ain’t never folding
and i’m up to bat now and all bases loaded
and ya boy clutch, i’m going for the grand slam
wake up in the morning making stacks, grand am
only n-gga splurging, while ya’ll n-ggas on a budget
and my car feeling melo, ballin’ like a nugget

[verse 5: easy dae]

let me end it with a outro, on this hard instrumental
make it sweet but simple, knocking n-ggas out like kimbo
in yo ear
man you n-ggas need saving, although i don’t see no hero
but i’m fly like a sparrow
i say try me if you can
tight wearing -ss n-ggas remind me of peter pan
but little do n-ggas know, i brung the game plan
saying lowkey sh-t, but they still don’t understand
but they like it when i kick it like bruce lee and jackie chan
pen in my hand, ink bleedin’ on the paper
f-ck a hater, so after i tear it up, imma say see you n-ggas later
see you n-ggas later

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