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belt boyz - raq baby lyrics

[intro]
they, they supposed to hear all that, keep all that sh*t raw
(pete, stop f*ckin’ playin’ with me)
yeah
brrt

[chorus]
huh, what you tryna get at?
we ain’t finna play with no n*gga, we givin’ out belt and it sound like— okay
she wanna get turnt up, bring out the don julio, we don’t do rosé
havin’ connects on the zot’, migo plug, get my sh*t straight from josé
never had a n*gga like me, i pull up fresher than some f*ckin’ olay
i was just born to ball, i see the rim, only right that i go lay
got my pape’ and got the f*ck out the way, don’t care about what you say
knowin’ these n*ggas ain’t stupid, but i got rounds just in case that you play

[verse]
my bro been gone, but i can still call his phone and it ring
we done did h*lla wrong, but i know you made it home ’cause it rained
if you got it, keep it close, it ain’t safe from the raids
got the bag, keep it close, keep it safe for the days
go through sh*t, but i’m rich, so i don’t know if i can call it pain
got a new b*tch, she talk too much, i call her charlamagne
thought she was my new b*tch, i was lyin’, i already got a main
see good girls f*ck off all the time, i think they all the same
know it’s gon’ go over they head, so you cannot watch what i’m sayin’
gotta keep n*ggas up out my business, can’t watch what i plan
treat bro like a j, eventual death if he keep poppin’ xans
stand on business just like my daddy, i call my pops the man
please don’t tell me what you gon’ do, up your bl!ck and do it
i’m still gettin’ active to this day, i don’t cap in my music
mont**zy chill, but don’t yap to my rap ’cause he be shootin’
you make me mad, they come slide with that pap, so don’t be clueless
say she ain’t f*ckin’, but i think she cap, i don’t know what the truth is
new ‘fit every drill, i don’t f*ck around, got some black timberland boots in
every time i hop in the splat, before we k!ll, listen to boosie
i wouldn’t even cap, big bro too real, he’ll show you how to do it
time to go spill, lil’ bro, tell me you can’t, i’ll show you how to do it
this sh*t get for real, lil’ bro, stand on business, you can’t cap in that music
you can’t drill, lil’ bro, without your tooly, what the f*ck is you doin’?
leavin’ her children home when she outside, you know d*ck, she be doin’
let a f*ck n*gga remix my song and he drop it, then i’m suin’
if i did, they’d hate me bad, gotta get that bag, i know what i’m doin’
huh, f*ck b*tches, keep on coolin’
pick death before i go out like a b*tch, i hope he don’t think he spookin’
got a snow*bunny b*tch, she like to suck d*ck, i call that b*tch lil’ susie
tryna get back for bro when i go on a drill, play “red light” by lil’ toosii
freak b*tch must think i’m stupid, she ain’t offerin’ sh*t but coochie
ain’t a rookie in this sh*t, i dos this, make it seem like to 12, i ain’t do sh*t
[chorus]
huh, what you tryna get at?
we ain’t finna play with no n*gga, we givin’ out belt and it sound like— okay
she wanna get turnt up, bring out the don julio, we don’t do rosé
havin’ connects on the zot’, migo plug, get my sh*t straight from josé
never had a n*gga like me, i pull up fresher than some f*ckin’ olay
i was just born to ball, i see the rim, only right that i go lay
got my pape’ and got the f*ck out the way, don’t care about what you say
knowin’ these n*ggas ain’t stupid, but i got rounds just in case that you play

- raq baby lyrics

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