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liveraw gbt - shaq n kobe lyrics

[intro: ishaan]

for the love of the game, b+tch kobe bryant edition n+gga
it’s a number 8 & a number 24

[verse 1: ishaan]

rit rit, lived on the craft, forrer & st. mary’s
b+tch n+ggas putting on wigs, y’all act like tyler perry
thick b+tch, fat ass coochie, she acting super boujee
she want louis v for her puppy, all her purses gucci
rit god b+tch, remember me like the titans n+gga
okc thunder on n+ggas, hit em with lightening n+gga
b+tch i need all of the cake, even the icing n+gga
you want rit rit on a feature, i’ll give you prices n+ggas
i remember trapping at citgo when i had no monеy
terrorize the clеrk at the counter, he tried to play it funny
had my n+ggas ready to score, we played em like a flee
he gave 12 a whole new n+gga, it wasn’t even me
i had goofy hoes on the gram, inviting me to slam
do her like a dodge when i ram, record it on the cam
stack big bread in the city, we gotta elevate
getting high off of this wood, i’m bouta levitate
my phones go too outrageous, it’s plays on every one
band marching straight to the opps, they banging every drum
i’m playing for heart, but this ain’t love and basketball
i just wanna pop gold bottle until my casket fall
that’s that warren sapp type of sh+t, i’m bouta tackle dog
lightskin look like rice crispy, i’ll snap and crackle y’all
having kids with my new baby, my ex like “why baby?”
lil b+tch was crying, like “that should’ve been my baby”
i’m a patriot for my city, i think i’m tom brady
3+3 in 13 seconds, i’m tracy mcgrady
cell phone striking, i’m bowling against a bag of money
should’ve got doritos, you rolling round with a bag of dummies

[interlude: l+o]

shaq n kobe….. don’t act like you don’t know me

[verse 2: detroit l+o]

fed up, bouta start smacking n+ggas in this b+tch
lucky charm money that you made off that lil flip
20/20 vision, see a n+gga from a mile away
wanna f+ck me, but i’m not like chucky with the child’s play
lrdrgbt you know we bouta blow up
a album in a day is what we make if you know
if you say you working then you know you gotta show
talking sh+t and you can catch this fade like a low cut
clerk at the citgo talking sh+t to me
ishaan snapped on his ass and let me get some sh+t for me
life is not a game of checkers, you’ll end up working at checkers
got that ems d+ck, i put yo b+tch on a stretcher
all my n+ggas survive, liveraw is the war cry
bussing with these lyrical bullets and watch time fly
dumb n+ggas with smart phones, dumb n+ggas with smart hoes
her p+ssy bout as deep as the pockets on my cargos
used to pop a wheelie, now these n+ggas pop a molly
i’m up getting to the paper but that lean got you drowzey
far behind in life, while i’m chilling up in maui
brush yo t++th, just to cook the beef like some cow meat
real raw rap for a rowdy nation, they jamming me
n+ggas taking lives over p+ssy, it’s an insanity
take control over your emotions, you n+ggas grown as f+ck
i am not dying over b+tches, i keep that heater tucked
rushing to the chicken with no patience gonna get you plucked
money come from grinding til you die, it’s no such thing in luck
hit a boston b+tch in my red sox, she call me slugger
first class, vision all air, carlton banks at the buzzer
all you n+ggas ruin the game, you break the rules and code
wrist put the time on freeze, put me in polar mode
johnny stacks name popped up, it’s money on the phone
plus a n+gga palms stay itching, i need some cortisone
rap sh+t, just like hooping, we gotta set the zone
if all you want is a conversation, please don’t call me phone
n+ggas in these videos p+ssy, and plus they songs wack
take him from his crew and his strap, and throw him off track
throw them hands up my n+gga, you ain’t a soldier, jack
real soldiers drop they gats for close combat
you n+ggas misplaced yo nuts, bro how you lose that
yo manhood fade away with this beat, i put that sh+t on black

[outro: l+o & ishaan]

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