detroit l-o – get the fuck on lyrics
[hook]
if you ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if you ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if he ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if she ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
[verse 1]
stab out, throw smoke when i dip in the coupe
steak, shrimp and chicken chopped up in my soup
told the girl i’ll be back, but i never relooped
in a gold and black jersey when the team wanna hoop
drop tops like pop out a vending machine
if you ain’t thinking big, then you ain’t on my team
sipping on bottega, i ain’t f+cking with lеan
new printed up bills, call the sh+t krispy krеme
now i’m chilling on the yacht with my d+ck in her throat
naw her name ain’t aaliyah, but she rocking the boat
she ain’t tryna get pimped, i ain’t loving the hoe
but she got two holes, so we plugging the hoe
and i got a tool man, call me tim no doubt
i’m just tryna put my b+lls on the rim of her mouth
i ain’t cleaning up n+gga, when i’m making her shout
now she can’t walk n+gga, like the b+tch got the gout
rozay bottles by l+o, n+gga that’s her sh+t
now she switched gears, cuz she riding on another n+gga d+ck
i can’t believe my eyes, now she on my n+gga johnny stacks tip
oh sh+t, come to find out, n+gga that’s yo b+tch
[hook]
if you ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if you ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if he ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if she ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
[verse 2]
oh sh+t, i f+cked around and wrote up a second verse
imma keep doing this til i’m off in a he+rs+
acting like she ain’t a freak, man you women the worse
and you think she trustworthy just cuz she go to church
man them girls be freaky deeky, and they love them a quickie
but it ain’t that easy, man they be little picky
but i ain’t walking to em’, cuz they gotta come get me
with a look in they eyes saying “l+o, hit me”
but i don’t mind them, they don’t know no better
and they say they want a n+gga who can grow more cheddar
end up with a n+gga who ain’t no go getter
and overlook the millionaire in a nautica sweater
live like the white man, n+gga chess not checkers
and these heavyweight talkers bout as light as a feather
i don’t think that she deserves to feel the cadillac leather
if i let her do that, she’ll think we going together
you ain’t seen a n+gga coming up
more and more investing, make it easier to double up
caking with the money, only time a n+gga cuddle up
while you caking with a cheating b+tch, man your life sucks
and i know you can’t stand it
turn my song on, got yo baby mama jamming
now i’m on these n+ggas head like a knuckle sandwhich
playing with most of the paper n+ggas can’t manage
[hook]
if you ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if you ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if he ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
if she ain’t living raw, tell em get the f+ck on
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