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cris the prophet - born raw lyrics

[intro]
(cough, cough)
(woo)
f-ck the time !
f-ck the time !
f-ck the mothaf-ckin’ time !
i’m about to blast the f-ck off
you know yo boy was born raw
(woo)
big up to erok
sh-t, cris the kid
it ain’t my fault i’m on fire y’all

[verse 1]
flame keeper, fire breather
why i’m i so hot ? fresher than addidas
high like medea
boomerang your girl, sample her
my taste is sweeter, l!ckin’ sick stacks of profit
tip collectin’
amnesia is around me, makin’ me forgettin’
low nights with no food and no beverage
i’m certified sellin’
cris the kid, erok, in yo f-ckin’ section
levatin’ like macho pichuu mountains
peruvian, mexicano, poco humano
loco en le mente, y en lo que gano
chef 28 a hour, hot on the grill with power
than after cool off with your girl in my shower
we end up there for 24 hours, my bud sour
you flip flop cowards, rainbow lookin’ p-ssy powder
i devour, the flame keeper’s here, p-ssed off and louder
(woah)
my girl left me and it’s aight ma, you old news like joe mauer
you ain’t the mvp anymore, but you still matter
she with a new man, she know don’t matter
you literally left the inventor of m-ss and matter
who got the higher ladder, i do
shreddin’ this beat high, and with modelo in my bladder

[outro]
(laugh)
modelo in bladder
mothaf-ckas !
(laugh)
cris the kid
cris the kid
cris the kid
cris the kid
(ughh)
cris the kid, cris the kid
you wack mothaf-cka’s yo
go home and practice
sh-t

- cris the prophet lyrics

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