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people under the stairs - raq baby lyrics

[intro]
(qua did it)
n*gga
mm, n*gga, me and my
b*tch*ass sh*t, n*gga (you know zai produced that sh*t)
f*ck ’em
grr, huh, grr, huh, hmm, huh, huh

[chorus]
you be that young n*gga, yeah, huh, you be that young n*gga swing that stick
got a big gun, k!ll a bear, huh, who wanna catch bodies? this b*tch aim legit
slammin’ on sh*t like ric flair, f*ckin’ a bad b*tch, she doin’ hair
say somethin’ if i like you, b*tch, why would i stare?
only one night her, send a b*tch down the stairs
n*gga don’t gotta be scared
bet he duck when he hear that, “brrt, brrt”
b*tch bound to get into that hog when i pull up, hear that, “skrrt, skrrt”
brand*new ‘cat, this b*tch convert
i ain’t tryna take you on no date, lil’ baby, i came to get under that skirt
got h*lla pape’, i can’t buy you a purse

[verse]
opps always fail when they try to catch me lackin’, it won’t work
on the e*way, bp trucks, hеlla sticks inside when we swеrvin’
give you ten minutes, want me to stay inside, need a perky
hit from the back, got a b*tch on the balcony, neighbors see everything, don’t need a curtain
long as i rap, then you good, i been on it, know you can get everything, b*tch, i been workin’
fry n*ggas up like some chicken, we got a new shipment, i take his ass down right to church’s
put him out, call me curtis
more than a game with us, doin’ this lil’ b*tch dirty
told lil’ bro he can’t sip on this green juice ’cause this b*tch dirty
all you do is f*ck opps, b*tch, i don’t need you, lil’ ho, you dirty
make me mad, i’ll pop me a perky
make her mad, she f*ck on the bro
been f*cked her friend, lil’ b*tch, who you hurtin’?
certain n*ggas on ig be police, keep your head on a swivel, watch who you be swervin’
all of my n*ggas be up on the speed, we gettin’ sh*t gone, can’t move like a turtle
ain’t no n*gga get in my way in the street, i’m flippin’ sh*t over, i’m just like a burger
if they get too close, then we gon’ hurt ’em
got a lil’ bl!ck on my side, it get urgent
we never gave a f*ck, b*tch, we been high, got h*lla sticks sittin’ on the side of suburban
too quick to f*ck the b*tch, i don’t do the flirtin’
[chorus]
you be that young n*gga, yeah, huh, you be that young n*gga swing that stick
got a big gun, k!ll a bear, huh, who wanna catch bodies? this b*tch aim legit
slammin’ on sh*t like ric flair, f*ckin’ a bad b*tch, she doin’ hair
say somethin’ if i like you, b*tch, why would i stare?
only one night her, send a b*tch down the stairs
n*gga don’t gotta be scared
bet he duck when he hear that, “brrt, brrt”
b*tch bound to get into that hog when i pull up, hear that, “skrrt, skrrt”
brand*new ‘cat, this b*tch convert
i ain’t tryna take you on no date, lil’ baby, i came to get under that skirt
got h*lla pape’, i can’t buy you a purse

- raq baby lyrics

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