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Cruel Santino - Raw Dinner feat Kida Kudz (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Santi
Santi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Santi
Santi
Composer
Osayaba Ize-Iyamu
Osayaba Ize-Iyamu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Genio
Genio
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Slight ting, (Slight ting) dicing (Dicing)
Run things, no middle man (Yeah, yeah)
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
You run things, no middle man
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
Run things like Bellerín (Jiggy)
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Jiggy Boyz, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Peng thing she from Ghana (Ghana)
Beat it up like a drummer (A drummer)
Told her I ain't in it for the drama
So sexy like her mama (Like her mama)
Tell me what you really want? 'Cause I'm really gone
I've been smoking on the zoot since early morn'
When you see me on the dance do the Diddy-bop
But when I'm on the bed freak freaky ya
She said she wanna roll with a real G
Clearly you can see I'm a real G
If you look at me you see a real G
And I only roll with the real G's
I know them girl, dem call me nasty
'Cause I'm really, really nasty
It's a movie no casting
And when I'm with your girl I get it cracking
[Verse 3]
Slight ting, (Slight ting) dicing (Dicing)
Run things, no middle man (Yeah, yeah)
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
You run things, no middle man
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
Run things like Bellerín
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything
[Verse 4]
Slight ting, we don't pray for nice things
I sting when the demons come my missile light beams
I mean, get the bag and we can do the right thing
Look in her eyes and I could see the light ring
Step in the dark, 'cause you can never understand
Demons are coming, so I can never be your man
I took an oath, so if you wish, you know the plan
But I know you want again, she don't taste anything, yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
Slight ting, (Slight ting) dicing (Dicing)
Run things, no middle man (Yeah, yeah)
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
Run things, no middle man
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
Run things like Bellerín
Raw dinner she don't taste like anything (Anything)
Written by: Osayaba Ize-Iyamu, Santi
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