Icewear Vezzo - Raw ASL lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Raw ASL lyrics]
Phew, beep that money counter, nigga, phew
Huh, ooh (O oh) yeah, them big fronts
Forgiatos stackin' on my Urus
This bitch Crip walkin’
I'm bein' shit at if ain’t some M's
That's some sense talkin'
Shorty see the ice around my neck
She suck the lit off it
Big time, for them big niggas
You need a big coffin
Saw a purple plane inside a
Trap like a Prince auction
Switch on it, they go, "Bam bam bam"
Sound like the stick talkin'
Yeah, I put that shit on all the time
I be big saucin'
Get that ho some water 'cause she thirsty
She gon' nottle us
We the ones that got the city turnt
That’s why they callin’ us
Big foes, lift the 'Rari up
Look like a car truck
They don’t like to have us at they
Clubs 'cause we be starting stuff
That mean we thumpin' shit
30 hangin' out the baby FN
Look like a monkey wrench
She gon’ throw the pussy for that cash
My lil' dummy bitch
Just flood that bag invest in her lil
Ass and get her tummy fixed
(Get her tummy fixed)
Hmm, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, what? Bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw (Bitch, I'm raw)
Fuck around and change the name to
Fetty 'cause I'm raw as hell
('Cause, I'm raw as hell)
Hate them niggas pillow talkin', ho
But that shit far as hell
So much dead people in my pocket
They might call the 12
(They might call the 12)
Open up that safe, put blues in it
Stuff from all the jail
I like poppin' pills and fuckin' thots
But, I hate bougie hoes (I hate bougie hoes)
Pull it out her mouth and bust a
Nut all on her Louis clothes rain money
Wait for Truth to close and put a movie on
I'm like Ryan Gosling when I be
High 'cause it got cruise control
('Cause it got cruise control)
Hmm, yeah, I ain't even cruisin', though
Flew that ho to London, left the bitch
I just be losin' hoes
Did a show, they ain't see me rap
Just put my jewelry on
Hit her from the side for 'bout
An hour 'til her coochie swell
Wake up, crack a pint and pour a cup
Then I go back to sleep
762's gon' hit his head and
Turn his hat to east
I been really chillin' on a low, bitch
I ain't rap for weeks
Made a couple meals and I got bored
And now I'm back to eat
(And I'm back to eat)
Hmm, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, what? Bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw (Bitch, I'm raw)
Huh, ooh (O oh) yeah, them big fronts
Forgiatos stackin' on my Urus
This bitch Crip walkin’
I'm bein' shit at if ain’t some M's
That's some sense talkin'
Shorty see the ice around my neck
She suck the lit off it
Big time, for them big niggas
You need a big coffin
Saw a purple plane inside a
Trap like a Prince auction
Switch on it, they go, "Bam bam bam"
Sound like the stick talkin'
Yeah, I put that shit on all the time
I be big saucin'
Get that ho some water 'cause she thirsty
She gon' nottle us
We the ones that got the city turnt
That’s why they callin’ us
Big foes, lift the 'Rari up
Look like a car truck
They don’t like to have us at they
Clubs 'cause we be starting stuff
That mean we thumpin' shit
30 hangin' out the baby FN
Look like a monkey wrench
She gon’ throw the pussy for that cash
My lil' dummy bitch
Just flood that bag invest in her lil
Ass and get her tummy fixed
(Get her tummy fixed)
Hmm, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, what? Bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw (Bitch, I'm raw)
Fuck around and change the name to
Fetty 'cause I'm raw as hell
('Cause, I'm raw as hell)
Hate them niggas pillow talkin', ho
But that shit far as hell
So much dead people in my pocket
They might call the 12
(They might call the 12)
Open up that safe, put blues in it
Stuff from all the jail
I like poppin' pills and fuckin' thots
But, I hate bougie hoes (I hate bougie hoes)
Pull it out her mouth and bust a
Nut all on her Louis clothes rain money
Wait for Truth to close and put a movie on
I'm like Ryan Gosling when I be
High 'cause it got cruise control
('Cause it got cruise control)
Hmm, yeah, I ain't even cruisin', though
Flew that ho to London, left the bitch
I just be losin' hoes
Did a show, they ain't see me rap
Just put my jewelry on
Hit her from the side for 'bout
An hour 'til her coochie swell
Wake up, crack a pint and pour a cup
Then I go back to sleep
762's gon' hit his head and
Turn his hat to east
I been really chillin' on a low, bitch
I ain't rap for weeks
Made a couple meals and I got bored
And now I'm back to eat
(And I'm back to eat)
Hmm, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, what? Bitch, I'm raw as hell
(Bitch, I'm raw as hell)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm raw (Bitch, I'm raw)