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letra de how i was raised (original version) - trippie redd

[intro]
hahaha, nick, you’re stupid

[chorus: trippie redd]
pull up in that murciélago
bottle of champagne that i pour
do the dash like grand theft auto
and you can get this semi-auto
that’s how i was raised, all i know
that’s how i was raised, all i know
that’s how i was raised, all i know
that’s how i was raised, all i know (i know, yeah)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
shawty give me lovin’, shawty give me lovin’ (give me lovin’)
with your b-tch, probably kissin’ and rubbin’ (yeah)
probably kissin’ and touchin’ (yeah)
she gon’ l!ck me and suck me (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah, uh)
b-tch, i keep a glock because that’s all i know (yeah, yeah, uh)
yeah, b-tch, i keep a mop because that’s all i know (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
i like servin’ rocks because that’s all i know (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, b-tch, i rep the block because that’s all i know, baby (rep the block)
800 baby, 1400 baby (gang, gang, gang)
1400 raised me, 800 raised me (yeah, yeah)
found my soul, it saved me (yeah)
i’ma pull up in that wraith thing, do the race like tay-k

[chorus: trippie redd & lil tecca]
pull up in that murciélago
bottle of champagne that i pour
do the dash like grand theft auto
and you can get this semi-auto
that’s how i was raised, all i know
that’s how i was raised, all i know
that’s how i was raised, all i know (uh, uh, uh)
that’s how i was raised, all i know (yeah, yeah, uh)

[verse 2: lil tecca]
we gon’ pull up from murciélago
put that boy in the ground like a pothole
yeah, she hit up my line, see what i’m on
and she say i took off like i’m nasa
and that b-tch, she a thot, she get passed off
feel like rondo, i don’t wanna pass off
better watch your lil’ b-tch, she get tapped on
too ahead of him, know that he mad, yeah
she said that i’m fresh like bel air
think he a demon, send his ass to h-ll, yeah
just got the pack, brought it through the mail, yeah
remember the day that i hit a million
you know i ain’t regular, know i ain’t civilian
aim for the top, boy left the ceiling
your b-tch givin’ top, n-gga, like the ceiling
don’t f-ck with your energy, i do not feel him
i said f-ck all these n-ggas
i do not f-ck with all these n-ggas
and i’m stuck with myself
only gang gon’ get bigger
only gang, only real n-ggas
gon’ be same gang ’til the f-ckin’ finish (oh my god)
same gang ’til the finish

[verse 3: 9lokknine]
led a n-gga through the sh-t we dealt
ain’t feel the pain we felt
i told my n-gga, “right or wrong, this sh-t here ’til the day we melt”
like this my way of living, sh-t, i ain’t got no purpose to be here
but i’ma go out with a bang and that’s why there’s one up under my belt
two to the shelf, that sh-t was foul, you can even much ask the ref
no, not here
you could be god, n-gga, ain’t no n-gga that i feel
i see these n-ggas, they keep testin’ that water, they wanna drip
i said we really wet sh-t up for real, don’t get caught up in what you hit
i wanna move away all in the hills, but n-ggas won’t think it’s fair
reminiscing ’bout lil’ anna make a n-gga drop a tear
but i don’t show weakness ’cause that’s when they gon’ take advantage for real
like if a n-gga vanish, if y’all gon’ blame me if he get k!lled
you worked the case for the detective, you made it for easy them
i’m talking your puppies starvin’ like you ain’t feedin’ them
and i ain’t gon’ have my handouts, ain’t no needs for you to give
i’m from them section 8 apartments where you better keep a steel

- trippie redd

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