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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raq baby
Raq baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Bedford
Brian Bedford
Lyrics
Kornilov Vladislav Olegovich
Kornilov Vladislav Olegovich
Composer
Alexander Giannascoli
Alexander Giannascoli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Donahue
Joe Donahue
Mixing Engineer
prodbylegos
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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