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Raq baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Traiqooo
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Lyrics
Never get tired of riding this fast shit
Told em the cat was fast as hell he got in that bitch, and almost crashed it
Auto pilot fucking this bitch in the back in the Tesla doin the dash in it
Gotta lotta bodies so if you want me dead then cmon ****' come crash then
Broke-ah pussy **** on that ion carry cash shit
You ain't gotta cap for none of these hoes, you ain't in yo bag bitch
Really been wantin to hit that hoe I heard that pussy nasty
AP rose gold, no chain' Ian want to be to flashy
And don't call me about that ****' he dead now
Don't cap like yeen say none of that shit
We heard what you said now
Use to ain't taking my medicine bitch' I'm on hella meds now
If 12 start shootin they gun at me, I'ma run the fuckin' feds down
Sent that diss' we hot , where they do that, where you get that from?
Tryna show that blick to much, **** who you shoot at?, where you get that gun
Keep cappin bout all them drills, **** yeen do that' you ain get that done
Caught em lacking with his Jr, why you do that?, finna kill ya son
Tired of these **** in that fake beef shit
Fucked his BM pussy wasn't talm bout none, but I love the way she eat dick
When i was done I sent her back, I know that he sick
Want me to stand you with no scram, pussy 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 shit, better start acting like you know boy
And **** I ain't gotta want for shit I'm having racks and that's fasho boy
Huh, walking round with big shit
We like 50 deep
Tried Rob and heard a Grrtl─, he ain't getting shit from me
Caught me with another bitch, I know this hoe gettin sick of me
Put belt-to-ass all by myself i dont need no **** to blitz for me
Play you lay, you crazy ass ****
Let's go bank-for-bank or Glock-for-Glock you fuckin baby-ass ****
Dick-ridin them boys so they can save you ass-****
Trap ain never had no motion, stop cappin lazy-ass **** (Huh)
Every **** 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 shit bitch don't keep asking bout my coat
Sucking the bros up in the spot **** don't keep asking bout that hoe (This what we gon' make her do)
Shake that ass bitch
I ain't no average ****' I'm having hella cabbage
Had that hoe inna box and I ain't even smash
You done sucked a million dicks ain't none about you classy
Written by: Raq baby