Tyga, Snoop Dogg, Pharrell, The Game - Really Raw lyrics

Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson]

Pharrell Williams

[Tyga, Snoop Dogg, Pharrell, The Game - Really Raw lyrics]

Uh, in this world after one thing
Get your money man, like my uncle told me
Haven’t slept since, cause my dreams real big
I ain't even rich yet
So get up off my dick bitch
Oh shit haters through the mist
On some g-shit
Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, brutal shit
You a little noodle drip
Watch a shark eat the fish
Ever seen piranha
It’s like the movie jaws again
Leave a nigga barbershop, chop his top
Head gone
Too fly, three strong, nick name, gold bones
What the fuck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a nigga back but
Muthafucka don’t you point

KFC by the bucket, thats really raw
AK’s you can’t tuck it, thats really raw
Watching porno’s on the iPad
Thats really raw
Lamborghini’s with the wide back
It's really raw

It’s that raw from the Crippers
Pyru’s and strippers
Homie, you could tip her
But I already get her
Harder than I did her, same shit
Get no different
Ain't no fun if the homies can’t hit it
Bitches, ice cold heart make you shiver
I got the flow, make summer turn winter
Ch-ch chilly raw cheese steak
Made up in Philly
I come in peace like a hippie
Piece on my chain, grandma say that silly
The new sports car, retard, Timmy
Watching porno’s on the ipad, illy
Tryna follow my style
Don’t get dizzy muthafucka what
You know ’bout

Jerseys with the stealers, that's really raw
20 niggas on four wheelers, that's really raw
Going green, thats so cool, that's really raw
My jacket smell like jet fuel
It’s killing y’all

Just bought a ’77 baby blue Cadillac
Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back
Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas
Guerilla’s, lions and tigers
They all of my neighbours
Swinging from a vine
Like step in my limelight
My kids and my wife and my
Life got my mind right
Now, what do you do when
They spray with the AK
Retaliate nigga cause ya life full of melee
We got the heat for the street
Let me that dough
Ya boy talkin like we don’t know
Blast pass with the forks
No you rollin’ with the locusts
Been the pimpest and the hippest and
I’ve always been the dopest peep my style

Louis bags you can’t order, thats really raw
Miami cribs on blue water, thats really raw
Blood making the game redder
Thats really raw
Nigga we hot like Mayweather
It’s killin’ y’all
P stand for Pacquiao nigga

California Nas i’m more raw than red snapper
In the pacific ocean
More raw than the brick as soon
As you split it open
Talkin’, the kitchen smokin
Talkin’ the pots bubbling
I got the blueberry on deck but not muffins
My Glock stuffed in my Levi’s
My Levi's on the buttersoft leather
Panamera 4 door Porsche
My chick named Portia they two in the same
My stick game is torture monday night raw
Got niggas in figure four locks
Hit the block Y-O
You would think it was four Lox
I don’t rap for Billboard spots
I just wanna fuck as many bitches as
I can and cop some more drops raw

Gargling with champagne, thats really raw
Classic millionaire frames, thats really raw
White tee’s and Jordan 3′s, thats really raw
Windmilling with them shit's on
Killin’ y’all nigga, raw

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