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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raq baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Bedford
Lyrics
Kornilov Vladislav Olegovich
Composer
Alexander Giannascoli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Donahue
Mixing Engineer
prodbylegos
Producer
Lyrics
Ah, ha-ha, that's a new one
Mm, phew, who the fuck is that?
Uh, yeah, yeah
I don't know, who is that?
Want you in bed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, gettin' out, huh
Huh, huh, gettin' out, yeah, y'all know how we gettin' out
If I had one more chance, I still wouldn't put down the gun
We still be ridin' with semi-guns
I've been takin' this shit, he ain't gave me nothin'
Just another collector, we take shit down
Thinkin' we finna trade, we got plenty of 'em
Let me out of a truce, yeah, I'm settin' 'em
DST be the bros, yeah, they army one
Keep on tellin' these folks you don't love me
When the night fall, my balls, you be garglin'
Twist off, nigga, movin' that gas, I pull out too fast, I'm in the new Brabus
You don't love me for real, get off of me
Naked problems, that's all you be offerin'
Know a young nigga havin' that will
Know she lookin', she like how I'm saucin' it
Pop a Perc' back for the first time and I don't know where my pain go
Fuck all feelings, you ain't heard mine, shit, we all fuckin' the same ho
Unidentified, Jane Doe
They be like, "Raq Baby, can I get a piece of pie?" Man, no
All these folks the same though
I heard he caught you, you still told a lie, I hate hos
Goin' to jail and change clothes
Back outside on the block with the same bros
Had to leave some of the bros in the trenches, don't know what they on
They on, see a back door, they might open it, it won't take long
Runnin' the Scat Pack, this big yeek, I don't want no Daytona
Be in deep with some bad shit, bro don't care about nothin' as long as they boned
Cascade out, talkin' to hoes, the other nigga havin' 'em skates on
If you leave this break on
Oh, the pussy be lackin', he'll get chased home
Frrt, uh, yeah, he get chased
Me and DB caught an opp and our face on camera, I didn't tell 'em wait
Went out on a date, bih keep askin', "How many kids you got?"
I tell her, "Like, eight" (like, eight)
Mama ain't got it right now
So I'm shootin' two crowns on the block, tryna get a new J (get a new J)
Ay, huh, huh, huh, huh, I told her wait (wait)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm-mm, they gettin' away (away)
Me and DB caught an opp and our face on the camera, I didn't tell 'em wait (yeah, yeah)
I'm not thinkin' too smart to come fuck with a dumb, we know where you stay
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