Текст песни ScHoolboy Q - 2 Raw (Feat. Jay Rock)

Habits & Contradictions
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: ScHoolboy Q
Альбом: Habits & Contradictions
Длительность: 04:39
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Verse 1: Q Aye groove the window down oh shit I'm getting high Still im cool.. No AC needed Probly slidin down ya region off this henney got me leanin Ain't no secret that we ballin and yo ho be refereeing Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh Ain't fuckin with u losers all my niggas won It's mista bet I got sum weed, aye split another one Look down upon the ceiling Just try to reach the sky cuz when u up they all be kneeling Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings Shake the nonbelievers off im tryna navigate a million But yo first lets hit the store you know I love Korean She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I'm fiendin So I zip that, chop that, pass the blunt Know my dick from last month but theres more to come, what the fuck? [Hook] 2, 2 fucking raw (Face down, ass up) Verse 2: Q Heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans Even methamphetamines Get this bread by any means Pcp, lsd, transactions frequently Turn ya job into a ki Turn that ki into a beach Turn that beach into ur sleep Rest ya head, remain neat Haters love to hate a G Gossip on ya bakery Wish they had the recipe Swear this life is meant for me Tired of crackin niggas heads in the stolen challenger Hopped up out the passenger and merked the DA’s messenger Every corner, camera Nigga im just tryna live Shitty on a shitty curb Niggas can ya front ya kids See how niggas get it in Trappin so we live in sin This felony won't keep me in im hungry gotta rob again Embarrassing my mom and them Grandma braggin to her friends Killin beef, apparently Name a nigga rare as me Yeah I be, 2 fuckin raw Hook Verse 3: Rock Got me swagged Then I put yo style in a body bag Man im off a bag of that good My flow off a pile of pack Man im leanin hard, like im off that sy-RUP And im damn near tore up Wit my dogs and locstas And we all got stock like brokers Ugh, we don’t chase hoes, nah Hoes gon chase us, yeah Straight to the condo Yeah bitches ain't shit that’s the muhhfuckin motto In the monte carlo Yeah sippin on carlo Just me and my posse Strapped up when u gotta know the ropes like ted dibiase Look at my life raw, NIGGA Bitches wanna suck me off, QUICKER Haters can't stand my guts, NIGGA Cuz I get my bucks, BIGGER Im on my own, im in my zone Bitch niggas can't knock me off my throne Im on my shit, cuz septic tanks I don’t give a fuck what set you claim Just get yo money let the bullshit walk Ima get this cheese like a lil rat bitch Fuckin suck me good Nibbling thru her team Raw shit Nigga check me out Know ya jockin my steez best believe nigga we run this shit Niggas know that I be be 2 fuckin rawwww Hook
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