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Allstar Jr - Raw Lyrics

[Intro: Joseph McFashion]
Man, I'm just tryna inspire these lil' niggas
I just dropped thirty on a watch (Damn, E, this a classic)
And my niggas did too (Coach me, Joey)
Man, we got like a lil', a lil' all-star team over here, nigga
We got JR, we got Molly
Got Cuban
Welcome my nigga DZ to the squad, nigga

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I ain't gon' lie, this that one, ran it up and I went dumb
Knock a nigga down with that drum, got your bitch drunk off rum
When she come to me, she cum, yeah, she wanna taste my yum
Put my seeds on her tongue, fuck her, once then I'm done
Down the way makin' runs, we buy chopsticks for fun
Spend ten thousands on guns, you want beef, here we come
Big FN with the beams, R.I.P., make 'em scream
Baby chop, M14s, send a hundred at your team
Brodie just put a whole hundred up off beans
I'ma see a mil' off this shit before I leave
Rollie out the ass, doin' the dash in a sleeve
Walk inside the club, fuck it up, and then we leave

[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
Ayy, for you sneak-dissin' hoes on my timeline
I'm clearing my schedule to do some drive-bys
Brazy, lil' baby, I ain't even 5'5"
Fuck the 'net, this chopper make a bitch sign out
Damn, y'all hoes be eighteen and up
No ice, no bundles, lookin' crazy as fuck
Sayin' that you low-key, you shady as fuck
My type of nigga wouldn't even let you pay him to fuck
Draco kick a bitch in the head, it's Kevin Gates
Send her to heaven gates, time to slide, I'm never late
Ballin' on you broke-ass hoes, I never hate
All my bottles free in the club, I never pay, pussy
[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
Shit, nigga ain't no cages for my pits
Go on rages with them sticks, come and wet your whole strip
Call your girl over, she gon' eat the whole dick
You gon' jump in your feelings and throw away the whole bitch
Whole clique got a pistol, everybody spark
Your whole clique pussy, everybody gon' dart
I used to be deep as hell, then a nigga got smart
Who really got heart? 'Cause everybody get a heart
Ten percent of a ton a lil' cheese to me
RIP my nigga, swear it's time to make y'all killers bleed
Niggas feelin' me, I bought some work, killed the streets
Then dropped a big face, what these niggas get of me? Nigga

[Verse 4: Cuban Doll]
Opp hoes get dropped, that's the end of that (Grrah)
Cuban Boll bein' a ho, I don't remember that (What?)
I'm on a chicken chase, y'all bitches chitty-chat (Yeah)
Pink hair, big chop, this ain't no kitty-cat
Can't go broke, I caught the rich-bitch flu (Ayy)
She ain't my man, she ain't a rich bitch too (No)
Bought me a Drac', that's what a rich bitch do (Gang)
Shoot that nigga and shoot his bitch too (Yeah)
Got a broke nigga that I left in Texas
I never answered for him, so he always leave a message (What?)
Got a big 40 sittin' on my dresser
Any bitch want it, we can meet wherever (Bitch)
[Outro: Joseph McFashion]
It's 'bout to be a hot-ass summer
(Check the score)