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letra de raw dawg - ari tha homie & jt kugi

[verse 1: ari tha homie]
i said, it’s mr. dennis smith with the wrist
so much finesse
the sauce floss when she glance at my neck
h-lla cool as i pursue a check to check
til i’m, living check to check to check to check to check to
check me out, when i’m in doubt i keep a pinky up
purple for the trouble where they measure sh-t in sippy cups
that’s how precise and how nice i is, my day to day is rare form
occasional ralph lauren, but this supa on my chest is more important
and a, couple foreigns far before 24
i, run the score and still tourin, my baby still flooring with the drive i’m still screwin still pursuin yeah
this for my n-ggas that’s been day one
committed to the hustle to showing muscle to see it when that day comes
yo this that sh-t that they can’t make up
this that started from the bottom while still pursuin yo come up

[verse 2: jt kugi]
i don’t got london on my tracks i rather go to london first
ari rolled the blunt at first
smoked n did done a verse
i’m eatin until my stomach hurts
i can’t take these boys sirus y’all so cheek in tongue at worse
i’m on cheech & chong n purp
you tried to do what i did but you done it worse
you shudda been my son from birth
i, i wudda made sure the condom work
my c-ck like a gun it burst
i slang that iron on em
ima gone shoot up this club now, i’m gettin my shine on
but i can’t let no strag hoes up in my home
take em to the tele
den act like you never met me
you get me?
my nose sniffed yo smell before but you don’t smell me
b-tch i smell like i ain’t in no mood for this i’m thru with this, you ready?
ima grab my key, but this a beamer not no chevy
ho you tweakin see ya next weekend on my schedy
this ain’t no thing kuz i’m too clean n you too sketchy
i’m from the land now i’m a man and you too petty

[verse 3: ari tha homie]
and petty caked don’t get the homie baked
and fast cash quick to go away
i want my own estate
i’m, to the whole like i’m tiger woo
and f-ck the pigs kiling n-ggas the swine flu, it’s bada bu
bang, do it for the hood like i’m mr. martin
then i hover over earth like i’m marvin martian
soul in another system, sp-ce ship whippin
chrome ever toss the keys, best believe a n-gga, peeling
yo, it’s the mad god n-ggas mad crazy i get mad fly
n-gga mad high and mad bombs from the mad guy
i take the energy, and orchestrate, this mad scientist is fly as sh-t
thru the death date no expiration only exploration
i feel immortal and empowered to this greatness
everlasting the homie forever spazzing
keep it subtle buss yo bubble if you actin, if you actin, if you

[verse 4: jt kugi]
if you look my way i’m snappin
like i’m employed w kodak and
ima roll up im load up i’m post up
with no caption
i can’t slow up no relaxin
i’m on go yo -ss in traffic
now you stuck i know you mad just
what you know when you in dallas
but i smoke like it’s los angela’s
you off my axis
ima glow like i know magic
you soft as fabric
boy twisted like it’s rubrics
i make music like rick rubin
after i cut ya i’m a burn like a cuban
flow like water thru the cuban
“oh my kugi that’s too soon man what you doin?”
oh excuse me
ice cold now i’m coolin
got yo ice stole cuz you goofy
i don’t like ho’s i like hoochies
bring the hooch let’s get this movement
i take, l on l that’s why i throw up. the hood
i can, l-o-l right now, i’m silent. i’m good
i’m solid. i’m full
inside my mind can’t pull the wool
not tryna be no mr perfect just can’t be misunderstood

- ari tha homie jt kugi

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