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louiewood - rawood lyrics

[verse 1: louie ray]
i put the bad weed up, and brought the good out
i threw a party [?] and brought the hood out
i had all g’s on me, so ok
i had double g’s on my fit, so i stood out
smoked [?] with every n*gga that i got, blew the hood out
the weed that he rolled not fire, put his wood out
f*ck it, i done came up, i look good now
strap on me, wish a n*gga would now
the hoes that didn’t let me f*ck, wish i would now
i used to hate the fall off, i wish i could now
used to sleep on hardwood floors, wish i would now

[verse 2: rawood]
free rio, i’ma say that more than one time
with the bullys, taking [?] sticks in the lunchline
i got a lotta different sh*t, you got like one kind
plug threw a lotta work at me, you know it’s crunchtime
and you know that i’m taxing, i’m with my assassan
you atacking, you collapsing
90 [?] toss it to my extracter
kicking sh*t [?] all i need is a trackter
smack him up [?]
that’s what he get for acting like a punk, call him ashtin
freshest kid in school, i was always outstanding
fast forward21, these b*tches can’t stand me
d*mn, mark boomin, what the f*ck, this b*tch slapping
yeah
2022, [?] 20 1’s
i got a hundred bands on me, that’s a honey bun
we don’t call that sh*t a trunk, we call that sh*t a frunk
i been buying every pair and color, wearing nike dunks
when you see that big chop, boy, you better run
mama threw the chrome heart denom [?]
[verse 3: louie ray]
d*mn near rocking a hundred racks
if i put the rest of my jewelry on, i double that
he say he used to have the bag, how you fumble that?
i got ten girlfriends, how i juggle that?
had 80 racks on me, ok
i had 80 racks on me yesterday, and brought a catty back
pockets blue, i should paint it black
if i let you hold 50 cents, you gotta pay me back
you know [?] saying that
if i jump out, strap in my hand, then i’m spraying that
if a n*gga with me catch a body, i’m ok*ing that
break 20 stones down, get them [?]
pockets heavy like a sandbag
hit his b*tch, got my mans mad

[verse 4: rawood]
got the bag and touched down, position running back
i forgot my scale at home, i was rushing back
acrobat, the way i throw the bags, doing jumping jacks
two g’s, one flip [?]

- rawood lyrics

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