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keep it 100 - raqbaby lyrics

[intro]
i’ma keep this sh*t all the way a hundred, n*gga
huh, huh, huh, i’ma just keep this sh*t all the way a hundred, huh, huh
i’ma be real, i’ma just keep this sh*t all the way real, huh, huh
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)
yeah

[chorus]
huh, yeah, huh, i’ma keep this sh*t all the way real
show no sympathy for the next man, run him down, it is what it is, huh
n*ggas be sendin’ these threats, don’t be meanin’ that sh*t, he geeked off the pills
off the percocet knowin’ d*mn well i’m goin’ too fast, lil ski grab the wheel
can’t stop this sh*t, all he know is to drill
i’ll never rat on the bro, i won’t squeal
knew i didn’t play with that srt8, mention lil b name and a b*tch n*gga die in that field
they just see me at thе top, they ask, “how he get hеre?”
i don’t know how to work the b*tch, got all them gears
i see a hatin’ n*gga, get out of here
i push a hundred*some bricks out a year

[verse]
don’t come in my trap window shoppin’, you broke as f*ck, don’t need to shop
told my bro to k!ll me if i get a mil’ and don’t feed the block
i’d be lame if i don’t dish out it, every f*ck n*gga play with me get shot
b*tch tryna suck on the whole d*ck now, tell the ho be cool, got a whole b*tch now, huh
i ain’t even stuntin’ that ho
get in the bed and i made the b*tch go
yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga know how this sh*t go, sent him up to god, yeah, we takin’ his soul like herb would
b*tch, n*gga
we really pullin’ triggers, huh, n*gga ain’t f*ckin’ with us
n*gga ready to say somethin’ to a b*tch, he only talk through pillows
he ready to crash out on the ‘net, in real life, he ain’t no k!ller
point me to where the plug at, i don’t talk to the dealers
i f*ck with you, don’t be out of bounds, can’t show no remorse, you with ’em
i send a shot, make a n*gga go out of town, these n*ggas know that we the k!llers
blowin’ money, the boy talk bad, dump on his name for some p*ssy, you ain’t a real n*gga
used to love you to death, you showed your true colors, now a n*gga can’t even f*ck with you
i can’t even shop in the mall without gettin’ spotted, these hoes wanna take a picture
got a b*tch, fine ho keep rubbin’ up on my body, i swear it’s hard not to d*ck her
they keep askin’ why i don’t leave her alone, treat d*ck like a pickle
huh, leave a n*gga with no cells like he had caught the sickle
my heart beatin’, f*ck hoes by the twos
my drac’ got me, i don’t know about you
talk sh*t on the live, but they know not to come outside
’cause these f*ck n*ggas know what we do
mr. raqbaby put d*ck in your boo
think she don’t swallow my kids, you a fool
i like to k!ll n*ggas, that’s what we do
every n*gga i’m with gotta k!ll with me too
huh, six n*ggas in this car
let ’em get out, i’ll shoot out the roof
huh, f*ck n*gga won’t get far
opp broke as f*ck in them big*ass boots
hold on, f*ck n*gga think he hard
keep walkin’ ’round in them big*ass shoes
huh, claimin’ sh*t od hard
n*gga don’t even know how to spit, he a fool
[chorus]
huh, yeah, huh, i’ma keep this sh*t all the way real
show no sympathy for the next man, run him down, it is what it is, huh
n*ggas be sendin’ these threats, don’t be meanin’ that sh*t, he geeked off the pills
off the percocet knowin’ d*mn well i’m goin’ too fast, lil ski grab the wheel
can’t stop this sh*t, all he know is to drill
i’ll never rat on the bro, i won’t squeal
knew i didn’t play with that srt8, mention lil b name and a b*tch n*gga die in that field
they just see me at the top, they ask, “how he get here?”
i don’t know how to work the b*tch, got all them gears
i see a hatin’ n*gga, get out of here
i push a hundred*some bricks out a year

- raqbaby lyrics

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