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[Intro:] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (uh) Yeah, yeah... yeah! [ScHoolboy Q:] Aye groove the window down oh shit I'm gettin hot Still I'm cool; no AC needed Probly slidin down your region, oh this Henny got me leanin Ain't no secret that we ballin and yo hoe be refereein Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh Ain't fuckin with you losers all my niggaz won Mister Bet-I-Got-Some-Weed, Ace got another one Look down upon the ceiling; just try to reach the sky Cause when you're up they all be kneeling "Contradictions" in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings Shake the non-believers off, I'm tryin to navigate a million But yo first let's hit the sto' you know I love Korean She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I'm fiendin So-so-so I zip that, ch-ch-chhop that, pass the blunt Know my dick from last month well there's more to come What the fuck~?! [Chorus:] Too, too fuckin raw (face down, ass up) [x4] Letras de cancionesWhen the sunshine, and the moonlight In my life - too fuckin raw (face down, ass up) When the sunshine, and the moonlight In my life - too fuckin raw (face down, ass up) [ScHoolboy Q:] Heroin, extacy, oxycontin Vicodins, Coca-Cola everything up in our jeans Even methamphetamines, get this bread by any means PCP, LSD, transactions frequently Turn ya job into a ki', turn that ki' into a beach And turn that beach into your sleep, rest your head remain neat Haters love to hate a G, gossip on your bakery Wish they had the recipe; swear this life was meant for me I'm tired of crackin niggaz heads in a stolen Challenger Hopped up out the passenger, and merked the D.A.'s messenger Every corner camera; nigga I'm just tryin live Shitty on a shitty curb, niggaz kill ya in front ya kids See how niggaz get it in? Trappin so we live in sin This felony won't keep me in; I'm hungry gotta rob again Embarrassing my mom and them, grandma braggin to her friends Killin beef apparently, name a nigga rare as me Yeah I be, too fuckin raw [Chorus x2] [Jay Rock:] Got me swagged, then I put yo' style in a body bag Man I'm off a bag of that good, my flow off a powder pack Man I'm leanin hard Like I'm off that sy-rup, and I'm damn near to' up With my dogs and locsters, and we all got stock like brokers Uhh~! We don't chase hoes, nah; hoes gon chase us, yeah Straight to the condo Yeah bitches ain't shit that's the muh'fuckin motto In the Monte Carlo, yeah sippin on Carlo Just me and my posse Strapped up when you gotta know the ropes like Ted DiBiase Look at my life raw, NIGGA Bitches wanna suck me off, QUICKER Haters can't stand my guts, NIGGA Cause I get my bucks, BIGGER I mind my own, I'm in my zone Bitch niggaz can't knock me out my throne I'm on my shit, cause sceptic tanks I don't give a fuck what set you claim Just get yo' money let the bullshit walk I'm a get this cheese like a hoodrat bitch Fuck and suck me good, then I run through her team Raw shit, nigga check me out, know you jockin my steez Best believe, nigga we run this shit Niggas know that I be, be, be too fuckin raw [Chorus] From Letras Mania