Amil Raw lyrics

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Raw by Amil Raw lyrics [Amil] I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out I put on seven niggas just to carry me on Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc Take it there yeah, I break it down like this Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank Chorus: 2xs Everything I spit be raw I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador For my peeps fuck a foot I got they leg in the door Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme I don't care who joint drop the same time as min Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house For free and that's just on the strength of me If you could touch Amil then you could mention me You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me I'm the best till somebody prove me differently Chorus: You got beef, let's put it all on the table You want the hottest clique on the street You know the label You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable You want me to spit bitch make it payable If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace Now who wanna take it to some next shit? Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga Chorus:

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