Raw Storm 3 Lyrics – LiveRAW GBT
Singer: LiveRAW GBT
Title: Raw Storm 3
Phone calls keep on coming, my pockets looking right
Blowing kushy, stones in the club, i got the brightest light
New money stuffed in the safe, we let the tires skate
Cop some retro sh#t on the 3rd, my kicks came on the 8th
Take vacations straight out the city to see some southern t#tt#es
Focused on hunnids, no fifties, wavy like 360’s
Strategize plays like a coach, i got the right approach
Staying paid, pull out the raid, we bouta fight a roach
Heavy knowledge, make a deposit, put nike in the closet
Everything but the foamposites, i got another option
Ice cubes, westside connection with all my real n#gg#s
New jewelry came with the rocks, he ain’t the real jigga
Real n#gg#, always one hunnid like nba scores
Bad b#tch polish the wood like nba floors
n#gg#s boost, phone walkie talkie, you ain’t a real killa
Hard times made me a beast, turn me to godzilla
Kush blunts spark like a match, these haters get snatched
Kick the doors down in the game, i had to rip the hatch
Rip the real n#gg#s foreal, them n#gg#s vanishing
Grab the dead presidents too, bro rip the hamiltons
Always come correct lil n#gg#, so watch the game tape
b#tches f#cking rappers on camera, she want a fame tape
Real cheese, swishy or cheddar, get it in any weather
Pirate life, i’m on a quest, i’m looking for the treasure
I got a chess play, meet at the coney
n#gg#s lazy but talking that grind, these n#gg#s phonies
If you motivated, get yo #ss up, you gotta show me
Either make moves or make me a sandwich, because i’m hungry
Ain’t got time for n#gg#s who put off another day
Overcome them detours, i gotta find another way
Out of trouble, so you know i’m maxing with my girl today
You at the club to impress n#gg#s, muthaf#ckas gay
I cop blocks and block cops who tryna stop shop
1911, cook a police to make some pork chops
Liveraw fanatic, give em’ dope like an addict
She f#cked up in the attic, man the sh#t was so tragic
And i heard that was your wife to be
This the life she chose, why you tryna put the knife to me
I’m the type to set up a chess play at the dinner table
Unknown assassins decorating up the winners table
So please don’t interrupt my meal over something stupid
Every time i make a move dawg, my actions are lucid
I gotta eat, n#gg# so i’m playing hunger games
Just a knight who teamed up with the dragon, now roll with the flames
I do not need a stove to cook a batch of dope
Watching stocks go up in aspen, then i gone and hit the slopes
Wake up eating soufflé pancakes, buddy
The chick that’s sleeping got a #ss just as fluffy
And i’m on the green, getting flocked by a birdie
But i’m tryna make sure i don’t sell my stock too early
I’m 5’9″ with a chick that’s bout 5’2″
I’m all about “i can” so f#ck yo iq
07′ dts is the primary ride
And then i pulled a 94′ cadi out the garage
I’m all about my cream, i’m l-o haagan-dazs
If it hurts you when i’m in the joint, then go get a massage
I tie your words in a knot, cuz you got loose lips
She got naked for them franklin’s, i call that a blue strip
She say she love my music, and she don’t even know me
If she was a true fan, then she would be down to blow me
Sitting at the dinner table, writing a script
To our movie with ishaan, simply cuz we on some major shit
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