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Raw XD
Hip-Hop/Rap
Raw XD was released on September 17, 2024 by FRY'D Records as a part of the album Prolonged Isolation
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Release DateSeptember 17, 2024
LabelFRY'D Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashton Dooley
Ashton Dooley
Songwriter
Vinci Bone
Vinci Bone
Songwriter

Lyrics

Back on the track, I make heads spin
They lookin' at me like a dead man
This is the new resurrection
Reverend, I'm back with confessions
Here to confess all of my sins
Demons in my head that won't win
Bugs crawlin' under my skin
I gotcho bitch and she want my kids
Come for the top, slid with the mop
Back and I'm ready to open the shop
Bitch, what you want?
She said she got WAP
Every hoe around this bitch is a thot
Don't give a fuck what you gotta say
Pick up with the blade, let it swing away
I fuck her real quick, I won't let her stay
My chateau, bitch, this ain't your place
Whole new year this a serenade
Levelin' up, think that imma levitate
Tell my little bitch, never ever hesitate
Pullin' up real quick, imma demonstrate
This ain't no joke, let em feel the bass
Two 12s in the trunk, let it vibrate
Two glocks on me, make em vibrate
Made a bitch boy jump in his own grave
Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
Fuckin' your bitch raw ew
Raw, raw, raw
Let em know I fuck this beat up
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Very fuckin' rare I make these bitches
Aw, aw, aw (Awwww)
Back on the track, I make heads spin
They lookin' at me like a dead man
This is the new resurrection
Reverend, I'm back with confessions
About all the shit that I'm smokin'
The pills that I'm chokin
The artists I'm killin' I'll body you bitches
The foreign im whippin
Few cars and some women
Of course I stay winnin know Shivers ain't missin
Back-to-back, slatt for slatt
Im fuckin' your bitches like back-to-back
No daps, just stacks, that's racks on racks
They wonderin' how I keep comin' back
Just better, I'm posted with that Glock and a Beretta
Stay strapped for the rainy day weather
Man, shivers been cold since winter
Been gettin' bread, I come for your heads
Your bitch give me head, you know I'm sayin
King of the dead, I don't fuck with feds
My opps still upset, you know I ain't playin
Roll the blunt, bitch, lets light it up
Fuck those that ain't with it
My windows stay tinted
I fly by too quick when im in it
I'm fuckin' your bitch and you know that I'm hittin' it
Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
Fuckin' your bitch raw ew
Raw, raw, raw
Let em know I fuck this beat up
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Very fuckin' rare I make these bitches
Aw, aw, aw (Awwww)
Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
Fuckin' your bitch raw ew
Raw, raw, raw
Let em know I fuck this beat up
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Very fuckin' rare I make these bitches
Aw, aw, aw
Smoke that fuckboy like a
Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw
AY AY raw ay raw okay
Know im hittin that shit
Raw, raw, raw
Okay like raw, raw, ay ay ayyyyy
Written by: Ashton Dooley, Vinci Bone
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