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letra de can't play it raw - wris

foot on they neck what they talkin bout
we ain’t fallin out
she be drivin me crazy

this money be all i be counting up
call up the cellular
i need a pack out in katy
we drip like the navy
i’m higher i’m flyer
i’m in this mercedes
you tryin’ to buy her
a big body maybe
i’m stylin’ fire
i’m poppin i’m crazy
might never retire
she hate that i’m faded, i’m pourin a 4 out in vegas, i’m k!llin that pink michael myers
i really go crazy, i’m takin this 8th to the face and my cough soundin’ like it’s a choir
they ask for a verse
and i’m tellin em maybe be patient but trust me you gon’ have to buy it
i’m pullin up inside a sp-ceship
give em a facelift
that’s if them boys try to eye it

i’m really a god
i did a show out in houston man you shoulda seen the applause
i keep me a glock
that sh-t ain’t leavin my side, give a f-ck if i need it or not
a fiend on the block
really be payin me big time i ain’t speaking a lot
i re-up the stock
b-tch i ain’t runnin out
we goin fed if they ever hunt it down
and i ain’t scared, i couldn’t give a f-ck about
catching no lead, i ride wit a hunnit round
watch how you play it, you might get a couple rounds
had to spin back around and go hunt ’em down
they know that i don’t play imma double down
what you mean by that wris? imma dumb it down
i go deep inna dark when you not around
that mean i’m leavin em leakin
ain’t talkin bout

big drip
it’s a new homicide every weekend
i just popped me a 10, got me tweakin
she be throwin it at me, go deep in
got a b-tch pullin up with like 3 friends
i be splurging i’m walkin’ through neiman’s
swear to god we ain’t lackin on defense
pledge allegiance
to the dope game
and ’em fiends sittin

on the corner
i’m on the front line with a tucked 9 and i’m just fine, imma go up
i pour a couple lines and i combine with a perc 10 in the soda
man i be dumb high, when it’s crunch time
imma shoot, i get ready for war
up by a couple forreal
i need a million ‘fore i sign a deal

they keep on tellin me i gotta chill
i’m never foldin’ i’m solid as steel
four in the back of the pala forreal
i’m really tryna get off of ’em pills
i post a picture them b-tches be lurkin on it
i be sippin the syrup but i don’t condone it
i done said it already, i tried to kick the cup but this sh-t got me gone and i’m workin on it
i jus looked at my momma i’m takin’ the chip off her shoulder i’m gon put a birkin on it
i been rockin’ designer, i feel the man, when i’m steppin’ out this sh-t look perfect don’t it
i been chasin ’em dollars and commas on top of this sh-t ever since i done heard it callin
i been sayin a lotta this sh-t for a lotta the time i been rappin i’m really on it

flex, slide
we ain’t from that, side
hit her like one, time
then i go bye, bye
i get a bag and i’m spending it all
he get a pack then i’m gettin it off
she get attached then i’m letting her off
i keep the rubber i can’t play it raw

cant play it raw, she gon’ double cross me
she wanna talk to me cause i’m flossy
she want it all, so come get her off me
she wanna stall, girl that’s where you lost me
i had to call, that sh-t was exhausting
i’m in the mall, i’m buyin, i’m bossy
i’m gettin’ money ‘fore anything else
on top of the game
man no one can stop me

i got the red eye, dead eye
wide body scat pack
rollin inside that booth can you smell that
pullin up right beside that block
we gon fye that choppa
couple rounds bet they felt that
when you hear that (vroom) better get back
we gon hit that boom in a h-llcat
got a whole lotta k’s in the crib, i won’t say what it is but you play, we gon let that

- wris

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