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double07 - raq baby lyrics

[intro]
(only see sh*t, four3va)
huh, yeah (mr. never gave a f*ck)
i’ma go to the opps’ grave (mr. flippin’ sh*t), ’bout to go take a p*ss on that sh*t, n*gga
on straight murder sh*t, b*tch, when you duckin’, get up with us
huh

[verse]
hate this new york sh*t, i cannot find me nothin’ to eat in brooklyn
b*tch, don’t ask me sh*t, b*tch, i don’t know, just know your heat is tooken
got locked up with your pole, you seen police, why he didn’t book it?
n*gga’s partner been dead for a year, still ain’t do sh*t, yeah, he so p*ssy
n*ggas scared of this sh*t, every time we pop out, streets so shooken
we be fresh as f*ck, every time we pop out, we got every frеak b*tch lookin’
if i say somethin’ to her, i bet i bе in every freak b*tch p*ssy
let ru tryna hold your pole, she slimed him out ’cause he so rookie
n*gga, don’t ever think you matter to me, lil’ b*tch, i beat on bullies
n*gga, we dead for real, we slapped a blank and she on fully
customized my stick, i put a handkerchief on the cookie
my bad, i forgot big bro was bangin’ b’s, a handkerchief on the bookie
security said i can’t bring the gun with me, said f*ck that sh*t, so i snuck it
that young n*gga an easy l!ck, i seen his car, so i pulled it
got a problem with takin’ n*ggas down, b*tch, i still would if i couldn’t
rich as f*ck, but i want his money, know d*mn well i would, but i shouldn’t
come here with some sh*t that we don’t got, we takin’ that sh*t, we some hoodlums
some n*ggas just don’t deserve it and most of these n*ggas be p*ssy
think you too big to get beat up, i’ll hire lil’ bro ‘nem to hook ’em
12 think they tough, hit them blue lights, you know d*mn well that we shook ’em
tried to up that lil’*ass bl!ck, 7.62 knocked the heat out his hand
these so*called opps don’t be on sh*t, sometimes, i think they be playin’
go up in the kitchen, ain’t got no glock, b*tch, you’ll get beat with a pan
she hate a n*gga like me, fly away after i skeet, rb peter pan
069, 1017, but dst be the clan
everybody know what that sh*t mean, but dsb be the brand
gotta pay a fee to get next to me, you gotta pay g ‘nem a grand
hide your dip, my 17 best you ever seen, this b*tch tan
huh, huh, try to stay away from half k!llers
all my k!llers got both feet in, no, i can’t f*ck with half n*ggas
if i can’t get to him myself, i bet that f*ckin’ bag get him
r*t*rded n*gga behind the wheel, ’bout my respect, i crash, n*gga
[outro]
yeah, b*tch*ass n*gga
last n*gga played with this sh*t, i bet you his ass got hit up, n*gga, i’ll bet you this, n*gga
i ain’t even gon’ say too much
y’all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, we gon’ keep steppin’ on y’all b*tch*ass n*ggas, stop playin’, yeah

- raq baby lyrics

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