Tyga
Tyga - Really Raw songtekst
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(feat. Pharrell, Snoop Dogg & Game) [Tyga:] Uh, in this world after one thing Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me Haven’t slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my dick bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, noodle shit You a little noodle drip, watch a shark eat the fish Ever seen piranha, it’s like the movie jaws again Leave a nigga barbershop, chop his top, head gone Too fly, three strong, nick name, gold bones What the fuck you boys want Roll on you like a joint Talk behind a nigga back but muthafucka don’t you point [Pharrell:] KFC by the bucket, thats really raw AK’s you can’t tuck it, thats really raw Watching porno’s on the iPad, thats really raw Lamourghini’s with the wide baggage, really raw [Tyga:] It’s that raw from the crippers, pyru’s and strippers Homie, you could tip her, but I already get her Harder than I did her, same shit, get no different Aint no fun if the homies can’t hit it Bitches, ice cold heart make you shiver I got the flow, make summer turn winter Ch-ch-chilly raw cheese stick made up in Philly I come in peace like a hippy Piece on my chain, grandma say that silly The new sports car, retard, Timmy Watching porno’s on the iPad, illy Tryna follow my style, don’t get dizzy muthafucka what you know ’bout [Pharrell:] Jerseys with the stealers, thats really raw 20 niggas on four wheelers, thats really raw Going green, thats so cool, thats really raw My jacket smell like jet fuel, it’s killing y’all [Snoop Dogg:] Just bought a ’77 baby blue cadillac Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas Guerilla’s, lions and tigers, they all of my neighbours Swinging from a vine, like step in my limelight My kids and my wife and my life got my mind right Now, what do you do when they spray with the AK Retaliate nigga cause ya life full of melee We got the heat for the street, let me that dough Ya boy talkin like we don’t know Blast pass with the forks, no you rollin’ with the locusts Been the pimpest and the hippest and I’ve always been the dopest Peep my style [Pharrell:] Louie bags you can’t order, thats really raw Miami cribs on blue water, thats really raw Blood making the game redder, thats really raw Nigga we hot like Mayweather, it’s killin’ y’all P stand for Pacqiauo nigga [Game:] California nas I’m more raw than red snapper in the pacific ocean More raw than the brick as soon as you split it open Talkin’, the kitchen smokin, Talkin’ the pots bubbling I got the blueberry on deck but not muffins My glock stuffed in my Levi’s My levis on the buttersoft leather, (2012) Panamera four door Porsche My chick named Porsche They two in the same, my stick game is torcher Monday night raw, got niggas in figure four locks Hit the block YO, you would think it was Fort locks I don’t rap for Billboard spots I just wanna fuck as many bitches as I can and cop some more drops, raw [Pharrell] Gargling with champagne, thats really raw Classic millionaire frames, thats really raw White tee’s and Jordan 3′s, thats really raw Windmilling with them shits on, killin’ y’all nigga, raw