paroles de chanson Who Raised You? - JL B.Hood , Suli4q
Who
Raised
You?
JL
of
B.
Hood
New
day,
same
boss
Airport,
take
off
Gang
gang,
swank
sauce
Still
beat
your
motherfucking
brakes
off
Ear
for,
ratchet,
when
I
think
of
me
being
that
kid
Posted
up,
nobody
posting
up
what
we
had
did
On
the
portrait
bangers
with
torches
ain't
gotta
dab
Rick
Doing
the
most
is
what
I
could
do
at
least
Moving
like
decided
not
to
renew
a
lease
Picture
me
rolling
view
at
laguna
beach
Puffing
a
cube
and
giving
someone
the
big
kahuna
speech
Holding
my
crotch
cause
of
how
hot
it
was
Hood
that
was
we
in,
none
of
us
had
a
car
garage
And
a
mirage,
did
not
realize
it
was
sabotage
Believe
in
boogieman
but
knew
mama
was
Santa
Claus
We
don't
know
all
the
commandments
But
we
memorized
rap
catalogs
We
know
Biggie
Smalls'
crack
list
Savages,
catalyst,
ain't
that
a
bitch
My
cut
skin
work
by
skit
school
Graduated
to
the
penthouse
with
the
sick
view
Gotta
play
the
game
or
it
plays
you
They
don't
make
'em
like
this,
who
raised
you?
Who?
who
raised
you?
They
don't
make
'em
like
this,
who
raised
you?
Who?
who
raised
you?
They
don't
make
'em
like
this
My
cut
skin
work
by
skit
school
Graduated
to
the
penthouse
with
the
sick
view
Gotta
play
the
game
or
it
plays
you
They
don't
make
'em
like
this,
who
raised
you?
Ay
bro,
let's
pray,
don't
stress
They
low
press,
they
flow
Just
ain't
process,
play
more
chess
Peso
checks,
bankroll
fresh
If
you
don't
hear
me
then
this
mic
will
Made
it
out
of
where
they
be
clearly
living
to
die
real
Sitting
sales,
may
never
know
how
a
flight
feel
On
a
red-eye
heated,
some
nigga
got
on
his
light
still
Just
another
day
in
a
rapper's
life
Fake
shrew
and
bobs,
dreams
ruin
my
nap
at
night
The
breaks
ruin
the
ride,
the
snake
ruin
the
fruit
But
nothing
ruin
my
appetite
I
don't
hear
me
and
anyone
rap
alike
Bouncing
like
signals
off
of
a
satellite
Wouldn't
be
this
high
if
I
was
scared
of
heights
I
want
the
paper
not
at
the
bragging
rights
Bro
snake
eyes
with
a
pair
of
dice
Twice
turning
this
paradox
into
paradise
Wanna
put
us
in
a
box
then
of
course
Fuck
a
box,
jail,
casket,
or
pandoras
Bitch
My
cut
skin
work
by
skit
school
Graduated
to
the
penthouse
with
the
sick
view
Gotta
play
the
game
or
it
plays
you
They
don't
make
'em
like
this,
who
raised
you?
Who?
who
raised
you?
They
don't
make
'em
like
this,
who
raised
you?
Who?
who
raised
you?
They
don't
make
'em
like
this
My
cut
skin
work
by
skit
school
Graduated
to
the
penthouse
with
the
sick
view
Gotta
play
the
game
or
it
plays
you
They
don't
make
'em
like
this,
who
raised
you?
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