Ray$av - $avage Flow

At this point in the mixtape
Y'all should already know
Who it is but
Man, y'all know
Who the fuck it is
Aye, hey, it's Ray
$av, they stay on ten
Yeah, my friends all dimes
The watch on your wrist
Gon' depend if I have time
Blame the cards, I was dealt
Cut a nigga like a spade
Trina made $av the wave
You think what you become
Knew I was that girl
And I was suckin' my thumb
I'm the ten, I'm the one
You a zero
You a steppa, bitch
You not even a tiptoe hoe
Tell your favorite rapper my ass
Got a mistletoe
If my soulmate lost
Not screamin' marco
On the phone with my trade
Hood nigga, rockin' polo
Pick me up
Ask that nigga
what my tax toll
Call me his lady
I put him hold
Tell him Annie up
like I left him at orphan home
Kill these rappers
With a paper and pen stroke
Niggas takin Ls
Like the Death Note
Beat the beat black and blue
I produced them, child abuse
He wanna hang
I tie the noose
I pick and choose
Niggas got time to lose
He wanna be my MCM
Imma need a MCM
End all your road
I turn boys to men
Cut a nigga off
Only time I drop ball
Even when I fuck the world
Is with a latex on
My homegirl in law school
She set the bar
The other one, 23
In the house payin' mortgage
Don't come around me
If you not a boss
Thought he was player
Till I passed him like toss
Wanna talk cheese
But y'all, Jerrys and Toms
Rats and pussies
Fishing for my next blessing
No hooky, no days off
Want to be a main character
Then book me
Slide on him
Shit ain't sweet like tootsies
Wanna kick it
But I don't wanna play footies
Tough, don't play
With my cookies
Your nigga ain't safe
Told him to cop the keys
Got 12 niggas with me
Might wanna cop a plea
Raw, doggin' niggas
Now you got the fleas
Life gave me lemon
And I squeezed like Jay-Z
One day I wanna cop a B
Spill drink on me
We gon' wet your tee
Catch a vibe, pussy
Make him catch a Z
Creole baby ass on TX
Say he got pull
But his arms on T-Rex
Say I'm on his mind
The only thing I mind
Is my business
From the N. O.
No, not in his language
Ass so fat, put jeans on
Wobble like a penguin
Eureka
My juices in his urethra
Gon' be second degree
If he ask for a feature
I'm the king, gettin' my green
They all wanna seize her
Yo, he give me that wood
Like I knocked on it
Fountain of youth he on the web
Tryna search for it
I'm so lit, your new bitch
Can't hold candlestick
Phenomenal woman
And that P stand for pimp
Hot box in the a fishbowl
Fuck a tint
My plate is full
good thing I came to eat
Not bout what you give
It's bout what you keep
I play for keeps
Y'all play for a-ki-ki
Thought he was ill
Till I fucked around
And healed him
Hate my guts
Never fucked around
And spilled em
He wanna go bar for bar
My pen write arrest warrants
My head hot, but my body scorch
I got hands, it's not a sign
Game on ice till I arrive
5'2, keep the talk short
Before I beat that nigga up
In my skort
Rap shit, jump in the broom
Rookie put your favorite rapper in tombs
Niggas carry hammers
Be careful who you screw
Skin color pretty
But he wanna see me nude
They takin' notes
Never get a note
That say thank you
Don't do it for the praise
That all go to Jesús

Written by:
Raven Ancar

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