crucial cash - black raab lyrics
chorus
slide in the dms like baseball (safe)
ion see ya man, bae, i’m ray charles
my flow so sick, ’96 nas
lil h+e i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
b+tch i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
my pockets on whoa, they on that black raab (whoa)
h+e i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
my pockets on whoa, they on that black raab (whoa)
verse 1
she thought i wore these glasses for no reason
but i can see dat ass and it was screaming
slid in da dm cuz i’m really tryna see sh+t
u remind of my jeep, ass like da rims, deep dish
oh u taken? let’s keep it real
i’m liam neeson baby, i have a special set of sk!lls
she feelin’ herself, she on a special set of pills
she like crucial because i tell it likе it is
she said i’m a philosopher like machiavеlli
and when u need me call me yo splackavelli
counting money in da telly, u can come thru
hit it in da car, got the legs out da sunroof
when u wanna xscape, i’m who u run to
i guess i’ll be your lil secret, your f+ck friend too
so what u wanna do
is u gon let me f+ck or bullsh+t
leave the emotions with ya man, we on chill sh+t (for real)
chorus
slide in the dms like baseball (safe)
ion see ya man, bae, i’m ray charles
my flow so sick, ’96 nas
lil h+e i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
b+tch i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
my pockets on whoa, they on that black raab (whoa)
lil h+e i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
my pockets on whoa, they on that black raab (whoa)
verse 2
death before dishonor, yeah, you know the code
think real fast but i move slow
bulge in my pocket, yeah, she see the pole
gray drop, home money don’t fold
dolo, by myself cuz these n+ggas h+es
quality over quantity dough, so
bad b+tch, no panties, street mode
pedal to the metal, f+ck her on the floor
ain’t no ducking, ain’t no hiding, b+tch i’m the show
no tint, when i slide, b+itch, i’m blowing smoke
black tee, black jeans, red flag on me
black clip, black glock, red dot for the beam
yeah, gripp so slip have your shirt reripped
closed casket for the body but i still leave a tip
jacking with a passion, yeah i count it up
know you b+tches hatin’ but who gives a f+ck
chorus
slide in the dms like baseball (safe)
ion see ya man, bae, i’m ray charles
my flow so sick, ’96 nas
lil h+e i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
b+tch i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
my pockets on whoa, they on that black raab (whoa)
lil h+e i got that whoa, i got that black raab (whoa)
my pockets on whoa, they on that black raab (whoa)
(ha ha)
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