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crazy ass nigga - raq baby lyrics

[chorus]
never get tired of riding this fast sh*t’ told em the cat was fast as h*ll he got in that b*tch, and almost crashed it
auto pilot f*cking this b*tch in the back in the tesla doin the dash in it
gotta lotta bodies so if you want me dead then cmon n*gga’ come crash then
broke*ah p*ssy n*gga onnat ion carry cash*sh*t
yeen gotta cap for none these hoes, you ain’t in yo bag b*tch
really been wantin to hit that hoe i heard that p*ssy nasty
ap rose gold, no chain’ ian want to be to flashy

[verse]
and don’t call me about that n*gga’ he dead now
don’t cap like yeen say none of that sh*t
we heard what you said now
use to ain’t taking my medicine b*tch’ i’m on h*lla meds now
if 12 start shootin they gun at mе, i’ma run the f*ckin’ feds down
sent thеy diss’ we hot , where they do that, where you get that from?
tryna show that bl!ck to much, n*gga who you shoot at?, where you get that gun
he cappin bout all them drills, n*gga yeen do that’ you ain get that done
caught em lacking with his jr. , why you do that?, finna k!ll ya son
tired of these n*ggas in that fake beef sh*t
f*cked his bm p*ssy wasn’t talm bout none, but i love the way she eat d*ck
when i was done i sent her back, i know that he sick
want me to stand you with no scram, p*ssy if you tender you can keep it
only for 1 night i don’t want yo hoe boy
we up on that score boy
up in that field so y’ know my glizzy tuck fasho boy
dont try this sh*t, better start acting like you know boy
and n*gga i ain’t gotta warrant for sh*t i’m having racks and that’s fasho boy
huh, walking round with big sh*t
we like 50 deep
tried rob and heard a grrtl─, he ain’t getting sh*t from me
caught me with another b*tch, i know this hoe gettin sick of me
put belt*to*ass all by myself ion need no n*gga to blitz for me
play you lay, you crazy ass n*gga
let’s go bank*for*bank or glock*for*glock you f*ckin baby*ass n*gga
d*ck*ridin them boys so they can save you ass*n*gga
trap ain never had no motion, stop cappin lazy*ass n*gga (huh)
[verse#2]
every n*gga gon’ die for steady cappin in them post
he thought his hoe got outta there boy you ain even faster then yo hoe
spent 3 thousand on this sh*t b*tch don’t keep asking bout my coat
sucking the bros up in the spot n*gga don’t keep asking bout that hoe (this what we gon’ make her do)

[outro]
shake that ass b*tch
i ain’t no average n*gga’ i’m having h*lla cabbage
had that hoe inna ball and ian even smash
you done sucked a million d*cks ain’t none about you classy

- raq baby lyrics

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