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schoolboy q - raymond 1969 lyrics

raymond 1969

[verse 1]
they say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack
straight out insomniac, let’s get this f-cker live
loadin up pistols while gettin high
45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes
my little n-gg- 12 said he with it, yeah
gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it
soon as he lit it cause was finished, now c-ck back the gat
little mask and gloves, let’s get to buisiness
but they worry about osama
killed a b-tch n-gg- and get his family manana
didn’t get a coma nor a cent for the karma
just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor
zombie land a bunch of dead men walkin
livin abortion they oughta raise the price on coffins
f-cking make a killing but i ain’t dying up in prison
fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling

[hook]
money-money, hoes, clothes, n-gg- that’s all we know
murder-murder, kill get your f-cking cap peeled
fear around here, i smell death around here
don’t be snooping ’round here, get dogged around here

[verse 2]
they say 2012 the world gon end
sh-t it been over since raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of devils time
ain’t walking up in no shrine sh-t i’m living a life of crime
pops never gave a chance my mom crying
she can see it in my eyes, i lost my mind
sneakin out the window with angel dust in my endo
keys to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo
fire pits let to eject i hardly miss
n-gg- ditch sleep on my dog ain’t that a b-tch?
and i ain’t on my odd future tip
but sn-tch a n-gg- intestines from his nose and tell his -ss to sh-t
but they worry about osama
blood and crip n-gg-s lifetime of jeffery dhamers
flashy for the moment i’m on it i pop your collar
suicidal ain’t f-cking with these young connivers, we rivals

[hook]

[verse 3]
didn’t learn to much in school
but out i learned some sh-t, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip
pot brownies and white cookies
cops’ll pat me down but won’t touch on my girls tooshi
f-ck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me
all else fails balloon packs tampon that p-ssy
back to the set to laugh about it and get it off
lobster tails and b-tter sauce same clothes still a boss
on a mothaf-ckin’ robbing spree
probably be televised, b-tch i want the world to see
now you dumb f-ckas heard of him
sickest n-gg- out i found out that blood’s burgundy
but they worry about osama
9/11 p-ssengers ain’t seen this type of drama
vietnam wars i’m sending copper galore
bodies h-t the floor god knows i’m playing lord for sure

[hook]

[outro]
make money, make money-money-money
take money, take money-money-money
make money, steal money-money-money
kill money, my money-money-money

- schoolboy q lyrics

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