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Raq baby
Raq baby
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(Roll another one, Jay) Yeah, huh, shit get crazy day by day In front of my mama, swing my Drac' If we go down, she ain't gon' save Nigga a clown, you ain't ready to die when this shit go down Get out my way Wish my bro would've never crashed Smacked somethin' on cam and caught that case Laughed when I was down, now I'm up Tryna come around, that shit be fake No Christmas present when I wake, salty as hell, so I go and take This ten mil' line shit up, sloppy nigga lackin', put him in shape Uh, don't give a fuck how much money I get, I cannot change my ways Uh, don't regret no shit I did in the past, I cannot change my days Before the deal, on the block with the weird tool, gotta help serve all these J's Uh, don't give a fuck, you don't come on this move, I bet a young nigga get paid Uh, she came in the party, you keep on callin' her phone, your ho gettin' slayed, yeah Fuckboy shouldn't've played, uh, in your bushes, laid Uh, he got smoke, so he tote a pistol day to day Uh, she say, "Raq, it been so long since a bitch got laid," so I laid her Commit sins, but I'm still here, so I'ma keep prayin' until my day come Huh, who want smoke? Let's do it Had the chance to score on the opps, you blew it Lil Hot died to some gunfire, so much fire Tell me how the fuck can I cool it? Put a bitch ass nigga on FOX 5 Whole city know we did it, wonder how we do it Leave a fuck nigga stank at Popeyes Ain't cook my shit right, he left it chewy Five-dollar Fill Up, fill a nigga up with embalming fluid Me and the bros ridin' out forever like Batman and Robin, do it Be fuckin' these hoes so good, should've went to college for screwin' Got that ho dickmatized, if I tell her to snort a molly, she'll do it Yeah, huh, shit get crazy day by day In front of my mama, swing my Drac' If we go down, she ain't gon' save Nigga a clown, you ain't ready to die when this shit go down Get out my way Wish my bro would've never crashed Smacked somethin' on cam and caught that case Laughed when I was down, now I'm up Tryna come around, that shit be fake No Christmas present when I wake, salty as hell, so I go and take This ten mil' line shit up, sloppy nigga lackin', put him in shape Uh, don't give a fuck how much money I get, I cannot change my ways Uh, nigga play inside this party, he won't leave, we get shit started Don't want beef, just leave me be Tired of showin' these fuck niggas I'm retarded Niggas be hatin' on us, pop out in the Yams, I'm with Lil Khari Beef could end if we got the last kill, won't ever say I'm sorry Come shoot up the party, tried to run and survive, but he caught a charge All that dissin' shit be wack, your brother smacked, it ain't no arguin' Go apeshit on the teachers, they don't even wanna pass me a tardy Mom do come to school, been actin' like I ain't do shit, lil' baby, I'm partyin' Uh, know my dick be gas the way that pussy keep on fartin' Say, "You a bitch" Drew down on his ass with that blick and had him shartin' Outside with the bros drunk as hell Keep tellin' 'em this ain't where I parked If I can't put on a condom when I fuck you, baby Then this ain't where I start In the water, big shark, mini Drac', it hit hard Fully stick make a nigga with a switch move real quick, boy They know we them blick boys, gang want him gone, we sent for him Told the gang, "Stay down, this shit ain't gon' take long to get fun" You can't even understand what she sayin', I know my bitch foreign Opps keep sayin' they gon' kill me, I ain't worried, I know this bitch blowin' Huh, gotta creep 'Vette, though, on that bitch, that's why that bitch showin' She like the rest of them lil' bitches, all these bitches goin' Huh, daddy sellin' dope, huh, mama havin' hope Her mama a slut, so I can't stand no double dirty ho Huh, when I drop that F and leave 'em, know I had them folks Catch an opp, put him in the past, that nigga ass a ghost
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