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liveraw gbt – season ticket كلمات اغاني

[intro: ishaan]

stack season. live r_r_raw
we the team that’s winning. and they the m_th_ph_cking team that’s losing. i got my n_gga l_o in this b_tch. my n_gga jackpot, my n_gga easy dae. shawn, where you at n_gga? cash. raw, raw
ishaan

[verse 1: ishaan the rit god]

yo girl ask for lace fronts, my girl ask for louis pumps
catch me eating louis chocolates while i’m sitting down like forest gump
i spin all these hoes, 360 dunk
play your cards right, just like a game of tonk
in a tonka truck, doing construction work
bob the builder, that hammer under my nike shirt
spending cash in polo like i’m carlton banks
my gabbana like rihanna i’m spending cake cake
cake cake cake cake cake
i’m in a great place, hoes can’t see me like blind dates
room full of bad b_tches like they in detention
if gucci ain’t in her dress code, she get suspended
my rosé getting blended, my bedroom look explendid
playing in all 3s like ben wallace from the piston
on the balcony, i’m just cleaning my grill
cleaning my grill, so she thinking i’m a out door dinner

[verse 2: detroit l_o]

she know she a runner but she ain’t got no shame
she going down low just to show me the post game
rats beg for attention how they clown outside the circus
but n0body looks at them like page 2 of google searches
my mans got so many js, you hear jordan walking
so much ice in my ear, i can hear the snowman talking
she like the touch screen so best believe i tap her
y’all n_ggas corny like the jokes on laffy taffy wrappers
hit up the genie, tell him, this is how i feel
only wish you need to grant is a house on the hill
may 20th was christmas, i’m a gift from god
they just the cartoons of the music, video mods
my ex was talking reckless, how do you expose real
your pockets on cosby because you throwing little bills
i be going ham, i be going ham
hanging with the white girl and the camera man, call me sam
bouta blow like hootie, have easy come and swoop me
she wanna f_ck but keep it on the dl like hughley
ain’t counting on n0body cuz l_o self made
i be repairing stacks, just call it band_aid
player like antonio fargas
i’m just tryna put my cousins on the back, call me demarcus
louis apr_n, louis gloves, you can call it louis cleaning
your fake rose gold chain, man you just color schemin’
i’m from the d like dwele, the whip i gotta valet
liveraw we staying on our toes like ballet
casting spells on the n_ggas, doing major magic
90s baby with some bread and cheese, call me major magic
i’m in my white house, i’m in my white house
got a checkerboard louis belt to match the white house
i’m in my white house, i’m in my white house
got a checkerboard louis belt to match the white house

[verse 3: jackpot]

it all started way back in 9th grade man
got to rapping then it let me out the cage man
im a animal, i’m a tiger boy
i’m with yo girl downtown watching the tigers boy
and when we head to the crib it’s a home run
never had a father, always alone son
done seen it all, 19 from the motor city
big diamonds in the watch like a boulder hit me
she want one more chance, like my n_gga biggie
usain bolt, b_tch i run the city
fooling with my n_gga, blowing loud boy
the kush dryer than a muf_ckin’ towel boy
speeding off in that jaguar, pockets green like a backyard
difference between them haters and me is i go hard and they act hard
every beat gon slap hard, running girls like a track star
b_tch i keep a million dollars on me and a black card

[verse 4: easy dae]

i put my pen on the paper, it need the inspiration
so i’m running to the tree, smoking loud, no need for exclamation
indeed they always hatin’ so i gotta be paper chasin’
racing, facing all the obstacles that god put in play
and luckily he gave me a team to liveraw with
cut through you n_ggas easily like a chainsaw b_tch
better get your mind right, face it dawg my rhymes tight
i been waiting for this moment forever, like prom night
tryna get away from the stressing and the k!lling
if we take a trip to hawaii then that’s a great feeling
with them mixed women, them chicks willing to do anything
for a n_gga with a chain and a few rings
so in a case like that, i don’t chase no cat
i just race my stacks watching my pockets get fat
watching you n_ggas get mad from all the cash i stack
cuz all the hating seems i gotta be strapped like a back pack

- liveraw gbt

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