RAW Papers
Jaye Way
Bitch
Aye I'm to vibing to this shit right here
Aye Cuz keep this bitch rollin' man like For real nigga
Okay
Yeah
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet paper, I'm the shit, nigga
Passing out eviction notice, pay your rent, nigga
I can't ride fishbowl, I need tent, nigga
I'm rolling grabbas in the stu, while Cuz Mix, nigga
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, I need Raws, nigga
Going the speed limit tryna duck the laws, nigga
Cause I got this Ruger tucked down in my drawers, nigga
I don't know what you gon' do, but I'ma stack this paper
You acting gangster, but you sweet, I call him now and later
I'm in the suite with a freak, and she doing favors
I keep that heat, when I creep, I'll peel your tater
You padawan-ass niggas, I'm like Darth Vader
I'm spinning bitches like a CD, cause I been a player
And hell yeah, I got standards, I like white hoes
You pinch your foot and it, turn red, we call them pink toes
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet paper, I'm the shit, nigga
Passing out eviction notice, pay your rent, nigga
I can't ride fishbowl, I need tent, nigga
I'm rolling grabbas in the stu, while Cuz Mix, nigga
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, I need Raws, nigga
Going the speed limit tryna to duck the laws, nigga
Cuz I got this Ruger tucked down in my drawers, nigga
Don't come flexing in my city, get your head bust
These young niggas catching bodies for a head rush
Out the window spraying shit up like a airbrush
At your top like a fade with no hairbrush
Eyes low behind my shades when I spin a block
I feel like Popeye off the spinach, it ain't 12 o'clock
Your bitch keep blowing up my line, I put her ass on block
Be at the stu in a minute, I'm finna make a stop
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet paper, I'm the shit, nigga
Passing out eviction notice, pay your rent, nigga
I can't ride fishbowl, I need tent, nigga
I'm rolling grabbas in the stu, Cuz Mix, nigga
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, I need Raws, nigga
Going the speed limit tryna to duck the laws, nigga
Cuz I got this Ruger tucked down in my drawers, nigga
Bitch
Aye I'm to vibing to this shit right here
Aye Cuz keep this bitch rollin' man like For real nigga
Okay
Yeah
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet paper, I'm the shit, nigga
Passing out eviction notice, pay your rent, nigga
I can't ride fishbowl, I need tent, nigga
I'm rolling grabbas in the stu, while Cuz Mix, nigga
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, I need Raws, nigga
Going the speed limit tryna duck the laws, nigga
Cause I got this Ruger tucked down in my drawers, nigga
I don't know what you gon' do, but I'ma stack this paper
You acting gangster, but you sweet, I call him now and later
I'm in the suite with a freak, and she doing favors
I keep that heat, when I creep, I'll peel your tater
You padawan-ass niggas, I'm like Darth Vader
I'm spinning bitches like a CD, cause I been a player
And hell yeah, I got standards, I like white hoes
You pinch your foot and it, turn red, we call them pink toes
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet paper, I'm the shit, nigga
Passing out eviction notice, pay your rent, nigga
I can't ride fishbowl, I need tent, nigga
I'm rolling grabbas in the stu, while Cuz Mix, nigga
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, I need Raws, nigga
Going the speed limit tryna to duck the laws, nigga
Cuz I got this Ruger tucked down in my drawers, nigga
Don't come flexing in my city, get your head bust
These young niggas catching bodies for a head rush
Out the window spraying shit up like a airbrush
At your top like a fade with no hairbrush
Eyes low behind my shades when I spin a block
I feel like Popeye off the spinach, it ain't 12 o'clock
Your bitch keep blowing up my line, I put her ass on block
Be at the stu in a minute, I'm finna make a stop
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet paper, I'm the shit, nigga
Passing out eviction notice, pay your rent, nigga
I can't ride fishbowl, I need tent, nigga
I'm rolling grabbas in the stu, Cuz Mix, nigga
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, I need Raws, nigga
Going the speed limit tryna to duck the laws, nigga
Cuz I got this Ruger tucked down in my drawers, nigga
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Writer(s): Jeremy Smith
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