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The Maaly Raw Jawn Lyrics - Artist : Skeme
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I'm just trying to find me a lick (yeah) Ride around town with a stick (yeah) Top down on a European whip (yeah) And I'm getting topped down by your sis (yeah) Ya'll niggas ain't have no chips Ya'll little niggas don't belong on the 5th Ya'll can't afford the shit that I sip 250 on that Activis here You the type that get plummed by a bitch I am the type that the same bitch sit I am a psych keep a gun on my hip Talk talk get the gun to your lip You the type that keep talking talking Talking talking till you get hit Same nigga keep lying lying Lying lying tell me like you rich You need to peel to cheer up You need to pint to cheer up I don't need nothing to cheer up If you push the button then I m trip You fuck around I'ma double the clip Let em go till it none in the clip Since today had so much I'ma push it up on this shit I really got broads in Atlanta Went to Neiman's with some cards and some scanners I put a 4 in peace, Christ 20 hours give a fuck about the fam All of my niggas some gangstas Big B's and red bandanas Lil shawty I fuck on yo whore And dip dip dip, Juelz Santana The bitch I'ma truth ain't no doubt about it My gunner gonna shoot ain't no doubt about it Gang Gang Gang Gang You can't it hear around bitch you ain't got about it If you say money ain't a thang Then you must ain't had the shit I came from rag to riches I got the right to be braggin bitch I don't know nothing a nigga like me Can't know nothing a nigga like me I don't know nothing a nigga like me Can't know nothing a nigga like me I don't know nothing a nigga like me Can't find you nigga like me I don't know nothing a nigga like me Cause there ain't one Bitch I am serious Yeah, yeah All that shit we know who it |
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