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Straight Raw (Explicit)歌词-Chayne Spitta

Straight Raw (Explicit)歌词由Chayne Spitta演唱,出自专辑《Home Base EP (Explicit)》,下面是《Straight Raw (Explicit)》完整版歌词!

Straight Raw (Explicit)歌词

Straight Raw (Explicit)歌词完整版

Hook x3

Bitch im gone,

Leave me alone,

My phone ringing,

You hear my ring tone,

Its the plug calling,

Bout that straight raw,

The plug, Got that straight raw,

He said you hear yet nigga.

Verse 1

Its 2 in the morning,

And im horny,

I turn up on dat bitch,

I pop some molly,

Then i call molly,

Becky, sarah, ciara,

Stacey, lacey, mandy,

Bitch we bout to party,

I just need 2 ounces,

I Take that soft and turn it hard,

One hit from that lion,

Bitch dance on my dick in leotards,

Yea im the best, i confess,

That raw turn yo smart ass, retard,

These niggas aint fuckin wit me on any level,

Made a deal devil,

Nigga i got moutain piles of cocaine,

Boy, you better gohead, get you a shovel,

you can only dream about what i did,

If you ever wanna reach my level, but i know you cant, its watever.

Hook

Hook x3

Bitch im gone,

Leave me alone,

My phone ringing,

You hear my ring tone,

Its the plug calling,

Bout that straight raw,

The plug, Got that straight raw,

He said you hear yet nigga.

Verse 2

Half a ounce,

Quarter key,

Naked bitches pack in 3s,

Wish a bitch ass nigga,

Or the punk ass 12,

Try take my shit down,

Grab my shit back and throw it back inbound, rebound,

Pop a pussy,

Bitch stay down,

Throw up a whole bunch of clip,

AK rounds,

Detoxing from this gun,

Got you in rehab,

Dickin ya bitch,

Yea she screamin in E flat,

Buss in her, take off,

In her seat she eject,

Snatchin that food out ya kids mouth,

Knockin ya kin out,

Nigga, i kno u aint eat yet,

Talk to my nigga,

I hear bout,

My name in ya mouth,

Its official, we gone beef now,

Turn up the grill and the skillet,

Nigga you dinner,

All my niggas bout to eat now,

Im the grim reaper of pain,

Boy use yo brain,

You dont wanna come up short,

When it come to that work,

My niggas dont kill, they love to see you hurt, They gone put you ina box,

Then the hearse, then the dirt,

Then get to that work, Speed back to the trap, count up what they made,

Stash what they put back,

Its time hit the streets, grab the strap.

Hook

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