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letra de raw - joseph mcfashion

[verse 1: fmb dz]
i ain’t gon lie this that one
run it up and i went dumb
knock a nigga down with that drum
got yo b-tch drunk off rum
when she come to me she come
yea she wanna taste my yum
put my seeds on her tongue
f-ck her once then i’m done
diamond way make up runs
we buy chopsticks for fun
spend ten thousands on guns
you want beef here we come
? in with the benz
r.i.p. make em scream  they be trap m14s
send a hunnid at yo team
brodie just put a whole hunnid up on beams imma see a mil off this shit before i leave
rollie at the ash doing the dash inna sleeve
walk inside the club f-ck it up and then we leave

[verse 2: molly brazy]
aye, for you sneak dissing hoes on my timeline i’m clearing my schedule to do some drive-bys brazy lul baby i ain’t even 5’5
f-ck a net this choppa make a b-tch sign out d-mn y’all hoes be 18 and up no ice no bundles looking crazy as f-ck
saying that you low key you shady as f-ck
my type of nigga wouldn’t even let you pay him to f-ck
draco kick a b-tch in the head it’s kevin gates send her to heaven gates
time too slide i’m never late
balling on you broke -ss hoes i never hate all my bottles free in the club i never pay differ

[verse 3: allstar jr]
shit, nigga ain’t no cages put my pits going rages
with them sticks come and wet yo whole strip
call yo girl over she gon eat the whole stick you gon jump in yo feelings and throw away the whole cheat code
whole clique gotta pistol
everybody spark
yo whole clique pussy everybody gon dart
i used to be deep as hell then a nigga got smart who really got heart cause
everybody did a heart 10 percent of a ton a lul chick to me
free my niggas i swear it’s time to make y’all k!llas bleed
niggas feel at me i blow some work k!ll the streets then drop the big faces what these niggas scared of me
b-tch

[verse 4: cuban da savage]
op hoes get dropped that’s the end of that
cuban doll been a hoe i don’t remember that
im on a chicken chase y’all b-tches chitty chat
pink hair , big chop this ain’t no kitty cat
can’t go broke i caught the rich b-tch flu
she ain’t my man she ain’t a rich b-tch too bought me a drac that’s what a rich b-tch do shoot that nigga and shoot his b-tch too
gotta broke nigga that i left in texas never answered for him so he always leave a message got a big 40 sitting on my dresser
any b-tch want it we can meet wherever

- joseph mcfashion

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