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raisin - all that shit lyrics

all that sh-t
checks on deck/ all that sh-t/ racks on deck all that sh-t/ pack on deck/hoes on deck/ pills on deck all that sh-t/ drank on deck/ designer on deck/ foreigns on deck all that sh-t/

iont give a f-ck b-tch n-gga think/ i care about money better make sure it’s straight/ the struggle make you bake and i ain’t talking bout no cake/ that’s why i keep a l wit me in the morning when i awake/ i always stay wit pack you be smoking that reg/
that sh-t is dead/ you need to get you some bread/ while i speak facts you need get up off ya -ss/ you keep thinking of a plan you just letting time p-ss forreal/ these n-ggas and b-tches gone hate but these b-tches can take all this d-ck forreal/ these n-ggas and b-tches gone hate but you n-ggas can take a full clip forreal/i’m living life like i never been/ couple l’s that i got but we still win / i been balling label me as a veteran/ i be out but im still bringing cheddar in/
yea it’s raisin i don’t know why these n-ggas hating/ i’m skipping lines for the check and yall steady waiting/ i was taught to go get it i was never patience/ 2 grams in the dutch so i gotta face it/
i spent my whole sack up in saks/
i spent all my taxes on pack/
vietnamese -ss so fat/i could only hit it from the back/

checks on deck/ all that sh-t/ racks on deck all that sh-t/ pack on deck/hoes on deck/ pills on deck all that sh-t/ drank on deck/ designer on deck/ foreigns on deck all that sh-t/

it feel so good when i rap/ i had to do this just to prove that i’m that/ i’m married marry i can’t f-ck that crack/ and i can’t hang wit lames i’m allergic to that/ if i spend all my check ima get it back/ i’m eating im working my pockets ain’t hurting/ shawty so wet but i never been surfing/ i think i’m to far now i can’t see the surface/ r block raisin yall know/ smoke everything by the o/ which is that gas and that sh-t gotta go / 250 a pop everything for the low/i love when she give me some sloppy like joe/ bagging that work/ she keep calling me up/ im wasting my time she been stalling enough/ & i’m bout what i say you not calling my bluff/ aye i can’t cuff no b-tch aye i just want s-x from b-tch/ matter fact i just neck b-tch/ if the people ask i ain’t doing nothing wit the b-tch/ all my n-ggas work like it say staff on they shirt/ i’ont fear death like i was born in a hurst/if the bread @ home plate ima slide there first/

- raisin lyrics

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