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lirik lagu joseph mcfashion - raw 3

[intro: kash doll]
(coach me, joey)
(kd)

[verse 1: kash doll]
let’s get it
my shoes and my bag alone worth a quarter milly (ayy)
i can post my feet on onlyfans and break the city (facts)
real b~tch, only thing fake is my titties
hahaha, what happened? who did it? (huh?)
had a lil’ run for a minute, b~tches finished (f~ck outta here)
walked in mercedes, told the dealer no limit
the maintenance on the whip, it’s gon’ cost a quarter chicken
i’m in my bag now, i’m feelin’ like missy
flyin’ down the lodge in the drop, you can’t miss me (yoom)
the rm don’t stand for room, it stand for richard millie
still rockin’ fenty, my endorsemеnt one~sixty
uh, excuse mе? h~llo? (h~llo?)
i don’t want some flowers, don’t you see my kit rose? (ayy)
can you get my number? would you like to get hoed?
i’m in here tryna shop, n~gga, get the f~ck on (f~ck outta here)

[verse 2: cash kidd & babyfxce e]
huh, that’s unfortunate
bullets smacked him in his ass like good sportsmanship
one hundred a stroke, your b~tch know she can’t afford this d~ck
let it grow, i don’t know who to pop like a murray b~tch
huh, yeah, outta there
dropped the top, i took it off like nelly ’cause it’s hot in here
is it me or did i get rich or havin’ not a care?
huh, these n~ggas got big poor like papa bear
i don’t want the b~tch if when i’m with her, they don’t stop and stare
rode the ghost around through the city, everybody scared
you can see the r when i pose, this ain’t rocawear
don’t go back and forth over hoes, this ain’t hockey air
i don’t know who spin more blocks for me, g or lavier
i wasn’t even h~rny for your b~tch, the liquor got me there
he put five percent on his charger, still gon’ die in there
mama said it’s been a lot of shootings, told her i’m aware (yop, yop, yop)
[verse 3: babyfxce e & loni b]
make sure you keep your shiesty down just in case they check the cameras
she can’t find her a new n~gga because i set the standards
tuck the switchy in the huggies box, bro, they ain’t gon’ check the pampers
them bottle girls always look way better than the f~ckin’ dancers
glocks, dracs, switches, bad b~tches, fast sh~t, and dog sh~t, bro, we got all above
don’t make it seem like you got off on me ’cause i showed you love
feel like a trophy when you cop a rollie, that’s why you hold it up
walk out the store with a slushy cup, but this b~tch soda’d up
he told me he was f~cked up without sayin’ it because he sold his buffs
think i got some water all over my hands, bro, i can’t hold a grudge
unc’ been doin’ this sh~t for like ten years, he still can’t throw the cup
every time i talk to somebody i ain’t seen in years, they say, “you goin’ up”
i did sh~t too, don’t care ’bout what you did, gon’ have to show me somethin’
let me crack first time i tried to hit, bro, she a hole in one
this one all legit, but i still drive it like my stolen one (yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: loni b]
chanel rain boots seventeen, let me go find a puddle
if you wasn’t busy d~ck suckin’, then you might could bubble
you know how much this kit cost? then you know i don’t tussle
n~ggas chain stiff like kid parties, got no kind of hustle
i lose buffs like velma, you can’t afford the real ones
think a tornado hit the ‘vette, took off the whole ceiling
bro seen the opps and turned terio like, “ooh, k!ll ’em”
my dentist said i’m doin’ good, i ain’t got no fillings
[verse 5: babyface ray]
yeah, she want me to f~ck her raw, but i got too much, i can’t do that (too much)
my young n~gga got him a switch, he tryna find him somethin’ to shoot at (b~tch)
i pull off jumpin’ the line, i got my rank up, i’m not waitin’ for sh~t (mhm)
i don’t want no feelings i do fake, that’s why i’m payin’ for it
yeah, louis laces fat like lanvin and i’m plannin’ (playin’)
hundred k all blue faces, think i scammed this sh~t (not at all)
all that hatin’ n~ggas doin’, i’ma smack his b~tch (they hatin’)
2k a night, top floors, trappin’ out the ritz (trap)
she ask me who i’d kiss, i’d rather buy a rick (i’d rather buy a rick)
i keep a dirty pole on me like i’m not legit
i got more money than the dean without a scholarship
i flush a whole pint of lean before i buy a b~tch

[verse 6: baby money]
a thousand grams on my cuban, could’ve bought a brick
i don’t care why we into it, we ain’t squashin’ sh~t
coppin’ bags and drive ’em back, that’s what got us rich
san antonio, i’m coachin’ plays like i’m popovich
i was just sleepin’ in the cold, i got a mil’, but i want more
new bentley, crack the door, that b~tch gon’ highlight on the floor
buy ’em by the truckload, but they got here by a boat
they only two hours away, they ’bout to drop ’em off on poe
it’s swim lessons, just put a baby in the water, it’s gon’ float
put my hands on a b~tch, right now, i got her by the throat
she lovin’ me, when you in and out of town, she f~ckin’ me
we k!lled his mans last year, we ’bout to send him company
this sh~t for real, for a pretty penny, it get ugly
that head be good when you do it, baby, let my brother see
yeah, my year gold, it’s crazy, did it in a couple weeks
a cool cold b~tch with me, put her in some double c
i miss her, when she with me, the stick in my b~tch purse
don’t bring your ho around the gang ‘less you let me hit first
‘fore you go and buy a chain, n~gga, buy a brick first
sixty thousand on my watch, this sh~t make my wrist hurt, easy money

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