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faded & raw - liveraw gbt lyrics

[verse 1: jackpot]

lamborghini, two tone murcielago
yea, i’m fly hoe, ya girl thirsty, get a bottle
i hit the throttle, take off like no tomorrow
you think i’m crazy, i’ll k!ll you with no sorrow
sub zero, scorpion, mortal kombat
living the based life til’ i get a contract
and when i do, it’s double cups every night
when i’m in vegas, double sl-ts every night
that’s nasty, cold pizza in the morning
i want a based b-tch, bet not be boring
kick a b-tch out middle of the night
what? at 2 am cuz she was snoring
if that’s mean, call me satan
every day tag with girls, cuz they chasing
me n-gga, i’m a g n-gga
you ain’t gotta know a or b to c n-gga
i’m faded

[verse 2: ishaan the rit god]

easy dae got the car keys
yo girl say she made it travel like rvs
polo frames, i see the world in hd
ball and come off the screen, that’s 3d
i remember the days i was looking for camry’s
now i’m up in kod, tipping for tammy
when i ball, i back you down, that’s post game
yo girl shine my pradas up with the new frames
just won a bet, put the money in my nike sweats
big money on me, a n-gga be getting nike checks
i need a big dog meal, you eating puppy chow
married to the long money, reading wedding vows
you wanna head to the room? ok
the bar eject her t-ts slide like a disc tray
ishaan raw, hotter than the month of june
ipod lifestyle, you living like a zune
coup making boosie noises, b-tch watch the zoom
now i’m outer sp-ce like a n-gga on the moon
money on mars, your money shorter than pluto
all i got is my word, like i’m playing soduko

[interlude: detroit l-o]

detroit l-o broooooo
you already know how this is around here
detroit l-o, got my jackpot, he snapped. got my n-gga ishaan ishaan, he snapped. shoutout to my n-gga j raw, easy dae. you already know how it is

[verse 3: detroit l-o]

catch a n-gga boostin’, red handed like surveillance cameras
got a couple bros who stay with 3 hoes like santa
i gotta put some f-cking cash in my hand
you gon’ have to surgically remove this cash from my hand
year 013′, before it hit the summer
naw i ain’t no drummer, but i’m tryna march with bands
and she flirted with my mans, now she tryna come my way
everybody ran through her like the main highway
every n-gga done parked in it like a driveway
you say she yo b-tch, but she do whatever i say
in a ford coupe with cash-mir on a cool trip
mustang all white, so we in a cool whip
if i ain’t got a whip, yo main is my chauffeur
nature’s own bread, i’m bouta pull out a loafer
movie on my hip, i’m pulling clips out the holster
if the king ain’t f-cking with me, i am the joker

- liveraw gbt lyrics

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