Maffew Raggazino - River Phoenix feat. Easalio & Spazz One lyrics

rate me

Pants sagging and my hat low

Show up to your black and white affair in my bath robe

Fury slippers, polo socks, what an asshole

No class, no coupe, so irrational

Can’t explain, he’s insane, must be bad so

Monthly crew, paper gang, money back coke

You could tell by my bitch shoes and her bag blow

You could tell by your bitch shoes and her bag broke

Sad, but save your crocodile tears

Vegetable medley till that be a panseer

Nobody thinks shit stinks, until it’s smeered in your face

Motherfucker now take a look in the mirror

I fuck your life, pussy nigga fuck your life

This my third I doubt twice, might fuck once

But not twice, no

New jersey drive, hotwire, joy rider

Get her high, kick her out, sky diver

Death row, only thing that we missing is shug

I stood over your missis, I’m so missunderstood

I look down at the top of a scalp

Real niggas know what I’m talking about

When she go home, you give her mouth to mouth

2 roads diverged, I merged on a paper route

Rick james, I stand on your freaking couch

Bottles of bordeaux, I’m balling timothy couch

I’m in the building my nigga, I’m in the house

I’m in the building my nigga, I’m in the house

Embracing my angels, dancing with demons

I’m overdosing, river phoenix

That mean our silence is pale, fliest thing in the field

Got your bitch naked in heels, iron steaming my bills

Implementing my game, reekin the state of the real

Flow is that persian brown, destined hollywood hills

This shit is genius, how I slide unseenless

Supply the sequence with some g shit, break it down in pieces

Marcus aurelius, I rock the colloseum

Y’all niggas witches, like joaquin, you couldn’t win by cheating

Beasting on anything that you press play

Riding with ladies thicker than tension in the west bay

Fresh fanks, line up the wallets inside the scholar’s pockets

So if they convoing by dollars, ain’t got time to chop it

Stop it, hater you don’t really know what you doing

Y’all niggas sway, who you think you fuckin foolin?

Heard they off to fronting on a kid

You never know how hard that wall is till you run into it

Beefing whoever we after equals disaster

Uno when it comes to that china, he’s in master

Lv the loafer, while I’m sitting on sofa

We’re bow tie killers, classy enough for a coster

I wolrd wide paper hoe, we globally get dough

Mami got good brain, I just get it and go

Fuck these niggas talkin, they ain’t talkin shit

And we ain’t freak like conversing, I just talk to your bitch

Ha, I’m from the hood where they pistol play

Shoot you talkin, you can get killed over the shit you say

All I need is a bad bitch with trone and an ounce

Ass fat, and she gotta be good with her mouth

I chase money in wild by ways of the south

Tear the town up a couple of gram then I’m out

Out, 3rd strike, you in jeopardy nigga,

About my strange blowing that whistle, no referee nigga

Surviving the concrete, heart of a refugee nigga

You fucking with me, you won’t answer the ecstasy nigga

Niggas becomin white noises, know it’s a stampede

When you crash with the rhino.