Skinny - RAW Cypher lyrics

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Skinny - RAW Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Asher Roth] First of all, my dog, back off Ash Roth top five right now, better know that But rap without me is like braidless Moesha, Kobe with no Shaq But when I'm on the mic all I get is blank stares No cares, it's a slow clap But just because you rapping like "Da-da-da-da-da-da" Doesn't mean you really rap I can't grasp how these broke a**es claiming to be rich But really get no cash I been to your whack show, what you call that, bro? 25 people at home with a cat? You go posting like "Yo it was packed, it was dope It was girls from the front to the back" All these cum rags keep comparing white rappers with Asher But everybody knows I'm the dad For the craft, or a laugh, not a tad outlasted I don't really care what you say 10 years from now I'ma still love college While I'm f**ing white girls out in Arizona State I'm sick of hearing all the hoes you be having How much dro you be smoking, homie no you don't You showed up with bros Here's a RAW paper, do you even know how to roll? Let it go like my hair length I'm gonna quit rap start it better I'm gonna play ba** guitar Me, Chevy, Chip, and Dumbfounded What should we call it? Hmm, How about RAW? [Verse 2: King Chip] I been wakin' up everyday, doing the f** I want All I need is for sh** to be cool, and pa** that f**in' blunt n***a never gave no f** about police, I piss all on their grave Justice for Mike Brown, you son of a b**hes gon' be held to pay I got the severed hands of 100 cops up out my chariot What if every hood united? That would be some scary sh** Way more n***as than cops You too sure n***a how to do anything 3D print my SK, walk in TSA, couldn't say anything I walked in like a real one, ready to k** somethin' Its impossible to hear my voice, and not feel nothin' s** a black dick, Bill O'Reilly f** you I'm King Chip I say exactly what I want to n***a never gave no f** ‘bout politics, I got the power, b**h 4 bedroom house, in my living room I got a lot of chicks Smokin' fool… n***a, we smokin' fools How does it feel to be wearing a chain that's way more dope than you? [Verse 3: $kinny] I be that same n***a with a whole lot of j**els, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of O's, blow whole lot of O's, whole lot of guns blow whole lot of holes, home full of holes, whole full of f** yous, whole lot of crews that'll ride for me, die for me, pry for me, rob for me, probably get caught by the cops for me, cop drops for n***as that'll lie for me. And if you wanna pop off let it pop off. In a benz with the top off with some drop offs. In the tint it'll be hotboxed you'll be hot sauce with some twins in the lunchbox full of pot roast. ???? I be up in cairo with the pharaohs I be up in cabo with dineros On the beach with a barrel full of arrows Y'all can't bang with us hang with us Bunch of f**in' traderers, strangerers Never see me paperless, I'm angel dust Dope boy straight dangerous, irregulars I'm the same n***a you love to hate Must be the bands i make Must be the pounds i make Must be the way i bang LA Must be the whip i brought around the town today Must be the b**h i flew in outta town today Must be the sh** i blew up in the Mandalay better do what the camel say Few goons from France saint tropez. Haters go scramblé [Verse 4: Chevy Woods] Young dope sellin' n***a 4800 got the coke sellin' n***a Now all these wannabe friends see us real now they wanna try and coattail a n***a, but Ha.. look I ain't for it, dodge on them n***as nah this ain't ford 211 when they run it back to me now that's what I call a raw report That Honda accord, three chickens in a wheel well Lil n***a when it come to that kitchen you know I know that sh** real well Yea, say hi to me, the n***a who they sayin' wouldn't be sh** Oh, look and I'm Randy Savage ?? Yo b**h want the beef stick That's cold, see this watch here cost a new home Look baby I'm ballin' watch these shooters get you outta that zone You talkin' like you gettin' to the money, you ain't gettin' to the money p**y leave me alone Ha…. Ha… And I never keep sh** at my home n***as always talkin' that k**a sh** but they don't know no motherf**in' k**as They say I always rap about drug sellin' cuz I was out on that corner with the dealers You see I'm doin' this so I'm ain't gotta go back to that book bag full of that work And a p**y a** n***a tried to set me up same p**y a** n***a that got merked If you bang that sh**, n***a claim that sh**, see me I don't f** with that side, try me better look out your window I have them n***as waitin' in that car parked outside I ain't ever get no money with you broke a** n***as, never told y'all who's the connect Ima always be 4800 n***a real sh** homies on the set Shoes off, champagne, steak well done not the crib this is all on a jet They don't wanna give it to me imma take my sh** either way imma get my respect Free all my n***as that's locked in the cage when they touch down they gon' see And tell them p**y a** n***as don't copy my sh** and you know that's TGOD f** n***a Oooohhhh!!

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