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(boe) - raise the bar lyrics
intro:
(boe): stack money to the sky, yuh’…
make your b-tch back it up fuh’…
tell ’em, b-tch i’m on my level…
you ain’t never gon’ see nun’….
verse 1:
(boe): i’m in the streets, like potholes
don’t chase woman, i got hoes
keepin’ p-ssy wet like ponchos
i’m up there, and you not close
on the block, like a stop sign
trap phone, like a hotline
ion’ kick it, don’t got time
i get it poppin’, like the glock 9
i’m in the hood like engines
on yo’ chick head, like extensions
she payed me for attention
and somethin’ else i won’t mention
yeah she blessed me, i thanked her
she bad as f-ck, so i spanked her
it’s goin’ down, like an anchor
i’m full of gas, like a tanker
i can’t stop, i got no brakes
in ot, with no breaks
can’t see y’all, it’s opaque
y’all hustle bent, i’m so straight
i get paper like printers
and run game, like sprinters
gut woods, no splinters
i been in it, no beginner
my game sharper than ginsu
my neck glitter, no tinsel
in her mouth, gettin’ dental
her head good, but she mental
bars lookin’ like imax
f-ck the game, make it climax
from the back of the line, now i’m next
think not, then check yo’ timex
hook:
(boe): stack money to the sky, call it starbucks
make yo’ b-tch back it up, like the car does
tell ’em, b-tch i’m on my level, raise the at up
you couldn’t ever see us dog, we too far up. (x2)
verse 2:
(d-row): my illness is contagious
impatience, makin’ me anxious
haters’ givin’ police statements
so they must think d-row playin’, but i’m not
i’m afraid of no cop, i walk around where i want
cuz i’m afraid of no block… i’m afraid of no glock
shoot yo’ shot, what you got?
you better k!ll me
cuz you will end up dead, if i’m not
and i’ll she’s no tears
full beer, no fear, dro near, oh dear
bowl, with a choke, that i toke, ’till the smoke clears
so clear…. loud that you won’t hear
… possibly the goat here
f-ckin’ yo’ doe, in every hole, for the whole year
and i stretch the p-ssy out, like a papsmeer
you hear her loud and clear
hook:
(boe): stack money to the sky, call it starbucks
make yo’ b-tch back it up, like the car does
tell ’em, b-tch i’m on my level, raise the at up
you couldn’t ever see us dog, we too far up. (x2)
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