RAW (Remix) ft. EBK BCKDOE Lyrics

(WOOOO)

Pop another bottle 'for I sit down

Hit town talking to the models told em get down low

Trippin on my chain got that bling blow

Big man stepping ten toes talking Fee Fi Fo

Walking out the club had too many rounds

Trippin round

Now I gotta figure how the hell we getting home

Hit it raw period never came around

Shit I had to be tell her that the rubber must of had a lil' hole

How the fuck am I getting home

Where my 1800

You ain't even got a bitch to hire

That can't be money

In the strip club throwing dubs

This can't be hundreds

Cause I just got some dog water fucking up my stomach

Got some dawg water that's fucking up my liver

$27000 at stripper

I ain't even tip her

Hold on bitch I can whip it out

You fucking up my zipper

You can get an extra $12

Let me see them nipples

Bitch I feel like 05 Wack

Me and Joe bringing old school

05' back

Need some more zingys smoked the whole fye pack

Nigga who the fuck you smoke

Where you slide at

Pop another bottle 'for I sit down

Hit town talking to the models told em get down low

Tripping on my chain got that bling blow

Big man stepping ten toes talking Fee Fi Fo

Walking out the club had too many rounds

Tripping round

Now I gotta figure how the hell we gettin' home

Hit it raw period never came around

Shit I had to be tell her that the rubber must of had a lil' hole

How the fuck you expect me to be your mans

Girl, I seen all your DMs

I been fucking on your friends you for the streets

This the type of shit to make her dance

What you do for an advance

Shake ya booty out ya pants, best believe

I don't need what these niggas gone see

I don't care if these bitches really understand me

I don't wanna meet your momma bitch, fuck your family

All I care about is cheese like I'm dirty dancing

You a ten but I'm toxic

(Ooooo)

Cop the Benz when we riding

(Ahhhh)

Know I'm always speeding when sliding

To your crib late night tryna get up inside it

(Pow, pow, pow)

Why we always beefing on a Friday

(HUH)

Now you and your friends all coming my way

(WHAAT)

I been hot before I went cold

Bitch talk shit on the gang

Yeah, I told you so

Pop another bottle 'for I sit down

Hit town talking to the models told em get down low

Trippin on my chain got that bling blow

Big man stepping ten toes talking Fee Fi Fo

Walking out the club had too many rounds

Tripping round

Now I gotta figure how the hell we gettin' home

Hit it raw period never came around

Shit I had to be tell her that the rubber must of had a lil' hole