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raw anthem - liveraw gbt lyrics

[intro: ishaan]

gold bottle team, r*r*raw
gold bottle team, l*o what up
we laughing at these n*ggas man

[verse 1: ishaan the rit god]

winter around the corner, i ordered a chinchilla
at nieman’s going ape sh*t, magilla gorilla
joey d and isaiah, i’m a bad boy
chain bossy, bezel saucy, you can call it soy
l*o tell them n*ggas we the gold bottle team
them n*ggas don’t understand what them bottles mean
i dog hoes, i never been a puppy lover
louis belts and gucci bags on my album cover
hoes tryna cuff me, new york undercover
riding in the ufo, so the engine hover
money got post game, that’s big balling
sit my phone by the patron, that’s shot calling
my bands saved the day, it need a red cape
sports center shaan, showing n*ggas game tapes
going on vacation while the raw tape by me
smoking on loud while i jet ski in hawaii

[interlude: liveraw gbt]

[verse 2: easy dae]

i’m just a young d boy yelling 313
with the heart of a leader, it ain’t hard to see
keep a scale like a libra just to balance out my problems
everybody tryna eat like a school of piranhas
i keep it lowkey to avoid all the drama
my heart goes out to my homegirl koyana
i pray, i can’t sleep, sometimes i can’t eat
cuz i can’t stomach the fact that this life we can’t cheat
well, believe me, coming up in this piece of sh*t
rolling with all of my n*ggas, best believe we deep as sh*t
going hard on every song, want a piece like reese’s b*tch
gotta end it with a bang and did this in yo brain
i’m looking for some sweet and wet hoes, call it candy rain
when i seen them i said that’s a f*cking shame
you don’t know what i’m thinking, i’m tryna get in them jeans girl

[interlude]

[verse 3: detroit l*o]

balling with a passion, i’m that guy so why you asking
bedroom looking like a horror fl!ck, make her scream while i’m stabbing
being broke make you go crazy, you would think i’m bouta lose it
all my n*ggas pass the kush, that’s good ball movement
chase paper, chasing remy with that arizona mango
she don’t do no dirty sprite, she mix that lean up with that mango
all the cash i stash is in the cases of my pillow
yo girl go all the way down like front seat windows
always wanna blow me up because she wanna bone tonight
think of me as jaheim girl, if i don’t make it home tonight
i got this game wrapped up like a pita
to her house, then to the money, back and forth like aaliyah
greenfield plaza, n*gga that’s where the booth is
detroit my underground dawg, that’s where my roots is
i ain’t put cheap food on her dinner plate
steak on the balcony, that’s what you call an update
[interlude]

[verse 4: jackpot]

man i’m strapped up, no seatbelt, so hot make heat melt
louis on my waist and you still rocking that cheap belt
boots on in the winter, feeling like i’m woody man
they hear about us, but they never see us, boogey man
i k!ll the beat and put it in the oven
yo girl gave thanks cuz i gave her that stuffing
we just tryna get the liquor, call me mclovin
i’m hungry, give me a mcgriddle and a mcf*ck it
i’m balling on you n*ggas, putting up buckets
and i’m throwing up green like i’m putting up muppets
ay, i’m real rare, call me beige apple
30 for the car and the doors wave at you
b*tch i been straight balling, since i was 14
they sleeping on a n*gga like i was 4 dreams
them choppas pointed at you with about 4 beams
but call me outkast, i’m so fresh and so clean

[outro]

- liveraw gbt lyrics

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