feat jay rock schoolboy q - 2 raw (feat. jay rock) - schoolboy q lyrics
[featuring: jay rock]
verse 1: q
aye groove the window down oh sh-t i’m getting high
still im cool. no ac needed
probly slidin down ya region off this henney got me leanin
ain’t no secret that we ballin and yo ho be refereeing
bet i make that p-ssy whistle up and down that booty dribble
was she foul? just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh
ain’t f-ckin with u losers all my n-gg-s won
it’s mista bet i got sum weed, aye split another one
look down upon the ceiling
just try to reach the sky cuz when u up they all be kneeling
contradictions in my thoughts and i just execute my feelings
shake the nonbelievers off im tryna navigate a million
but yo first lets h-t the store you know i love korean
she tell me hurry up and buy, i hurry up i’m fiendin
so i zip that, chop that, p-ss the blunt
know my d-ck from last month but theres more to come, what the f-ck?
[hook]
2, 2 f-cking raw (face down, -ss up)
verse 2: q
heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans
even methamphetamines
get this bread by any means
pcp, lsd, transactions frequently
turn ya job into a ki
turn that ki into a beach
turn that beach into ur sleep
rest ya head, remain neat
haters love to hate a g
gossip on ya bakery
wish they had the recipe
swear this life is meant for me
tired of crackin n-gg-s heads in the stolen challenger
hopped up out the p-ssenger and merked the da’s messenger
every corner, camera
n-gg- im just tryna live
sh-tty on a sh-tty curb
n-gg-s can ya front ya kids
see how n-gg-s get it in
trappin so we live in sin
this felony won’t keep me in im hungry gotta rob again
embarr-ssing my mom and them
grandma braggin to her friends
killin beef, apparently
name a n-gg- rare as me
yeah i be, 2 f-ckin raw
hook
verse 3: rock
got me swagged
then i put yo style in a body bag
man im off a bag of that good
my flow off a pile of pack
man im leanin hard, like im off that sy-rup
and im d-mn near tore up
wit my dogs and locstas
and we all got stock like brokers
ugh, we don’t chase hoes, nah
hoes gon chase us, yeah
straight to the condo
yeah b-tches ain’t sh-t that’s the muhhf-ckin motto
in the monte carlo
yeah sippin on carlo
just me and my posse
strapped up when u gotta know the ropes like ted dibiase
look at my life raw, n-gg-
b-tches wanna suck me off, quicker
haters can’t stand my guts, n-gg-
cuz i get my bucks, bigger
im on my own, im in my zone
b-tch n-gg-s can’t knock me off my throne
im on my sh-t, cuz septic tanks
i don’t give a f-ck what set you claim
just get yo money let the bullsh-t walk
ima get this cheese like a lil rat b-tch
f-ckin suck me good
nibbling thru her team
raw sh-t
n-gg- check me out
know ya jockin my st–z best believe n-gg- we run this sh-t
n-gg-s know that i be be
2 f-ckin rawwww
hook
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