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liveraw gbt - luxury villa lyrics

[intro: jackpot]

yea. just sitting here blowing loud
bobbi i on the boards

[verse 1: jackpot]

i’m thinking to myself on this plane flight
like, how can you not see a hater in plain sight
i go in like i never heard of out
i’m turned up to the north like i never heard of south
you ain’t gettin’ nothing over here buddy you over there
the whip cold and it’s white, that’s a polar bear
my money pants and yo money like skirts
i’m with yo girl everyday n#gga like i was her purse
treat the kush like usher and let it burn
treat the lamborighini like big sean, let it swerve
i’m jackpot, bout the chips like a casino
i’ll scare your whole face, al pacino
it’s a cold world, you the only one to comfort you
mattress full of money so you know i’m sleeping comfortable
it’s liveraw til a n#gga die raw
marry the beat, man imma make it my song
hunnit thousand sitting pretty on the wrist man
50 racks for this one and 50 racks for this hand
making big money so i need big bands
shaquille o’neal a n#gga
slap em’ with a big hand

[interlude: detroit l#o]

hahaha, detroit l#o bro. that was my n#gga jackpot. stacking up for then luxury villas, stack!

[verse 2: detroit l#o]

when you see a n#gga, you should gon and take a pic
cuz i ain’t gon fall like white girls in a horror fl!ck
i ain’t gon look back like white girls in a horror fl!ck
i ain’t gon get egged on by a d#mn chick
thirsty girls on my timeline and they dime fine
mans hate me cuz i shine, plus his girl on my pipeline
so easy just to get s#x, man i swear i’m starting to lose interest
so i keep my d#ck dry but i still get the hoes p#ssy wet
til i find a woman of my interest, can’t get caught up
f#cking hoes then regret it when a baby brought up
n#ggas put they girl over bros they known for life
and known her for just a year, n#gga something ain’t right
but that sh#t good, cuz n#ggas like that gon suffer
as many n#ggas we got eatin’ it’s like the last supper
we on a mission james bond can’t handle
luxury villas, louis v sandals
3 to 8 feet pool next to the garden
she call my d#ck james by the way she make it harden
haters love to talk but i doubt if they know me
clique full of n#ggas quick to shoot like gin0bili
always getting talked down on by some stray hoes
they must think i’m from idaho peeling up potatoes
i’m from detroit where even our mayor foolin’
the youngest n#ggas be shootin’
the classiest women be choosin’

[interlude: detroit l#o]

yea. you already know man, we stacking up for them luxury villas. sh#t, shoutout to the whole team raw. my n#gga j, shoutout to my big bro kiemo, easy dae, ishaan, j manny, my n#gga shawn raw, jackpot. bang this sh#t when you in them luxury villas n#gga. easy, talk

[verse 3: easy dae]

straight out the gates of h#ll, i won’t fail
my mission too educated to be locked in a cell
still watching old sh#t, back in the 90s
kenan & kel
all this new sh#t on the tv got a n#gga think it failed, well
how bout we go to a luxury hotel
and watch the waves in my head, that’s overseas like a sail
can’t wait to get the f#ck up out the city, plenty opportunities
the one that came to me was rapping, now i got a crew with me
they bouta start paying a n#gga to rap fluently
stack season coming soon, so the cash you’ll be dealing me
i look into the mirror and i see nothing but real in me
i read my bars in braille, so i know you n#ggas feeling me

[interlude: ishaan]

raw. ishaan ishaan. ay baby girl you can gon head and pull them gold bottles out. i can’t front, im living the life. ishaan ishaan

[verse 4: ishaan the rit god]

call me big daddy when you back that ass up
louis v belts is something i can’t pass up
orlando magic shaq, i break the glass up
like a hockey goalie, grab sticks and mask up
having a range rover is my destiny
cooking cakes with a betty crocker recipe
i’m sippin’ dom peri while im up in hockey town
it’s intense like tebow on 4th down
i eat steak and feed hoes pizza rolls
before i live my dreams, i know i gotta reach my goals
hoes hop to me, i’m the pogo stick pimp
her man can’t buy her shrimp, now he blue like a crip
watermelon ciroc is the drink that i sip
and it’s a must see movie, imma give you the clips
i should build a walgreens, i could sell paper
you 03′ with the money like vin baker
my life mostly sweet, like a cake baker
f#ck valentines day, i’m a heartbreaker
f#ck valentines day, i’m a heartbreaker
i made 2 girls kiss, now i’m a match maker
n#ggas not raw like me
boy i swear to god it ain’t no flaw in me
n#gga i’m raw, l#o pass the bottle
jackpot smashed the models
and after that, we out, l#o

[verse 5: j manny]

uhhh, slmg
good smoke in the air, bad b#tches everywhere

balling on some swish sh#t, beat knocking like swizz sh#t
ghost in that whip b#tch, on some maserati rick sh#t
take ya b#tch, that’s a quick l!ck, beat it up, that’s a quick fix
ain’t sending no condolences, too busy doing rich sh#t
like rolling up and blowing heavy, she throw it back and she know i’m ready
you should’ve seen that pic she sent me, she showed it dawg, she so petty
you was looking all wifed up, til she took a sip of this white cup
plus i had her rolling up nice blunts then i sent her home all piped up
sp#ce life that enterprise, or get faced twice like geminis
you asked her and yo b#tch denied
you trust her, that’s suicide
smoking trees like do or die, f#ck with me and my crew will ride
y’all n#ggas play lose or draw, but i’m tryna win and get stupid high
thick b#tch, juicy ass, call it motivation
good smoke out the blunt, california bakin’
y’all a bunch of clown looking n#ggas, jigsaw
i’m f#cking with some loud smoking n#ggas, liveraw

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