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letra de raw drank freestyle - babykoda

[intro]
welcome back blake

[verse]
my brother know i’m done with [?]
until he said “them shoes was made to skate,” i can’t be seen with these
and [?] said these n-ggas meant to hate, so now i hang with g’s
my momma said i need go make some pape, so now i’m slangin’ p’s
my pops, since i depend, i’m independent, takin’ what i need
i been sippin’ drank raw
they told me stop cause that ain’t listerine
could knock ya dreads off
could have him lookin’ like he mr.clean
another day without a couple mill
it’s been some days, when i ain’t even had a couple meals
i’ve been on drugs, cause ion even really wanna feel
i’m hangin’ up on labels, ion really want a deal
said, “f-ck it” and hop in a few
b-tch i’m moving dolo, i be on my p’s and q’s
can’t be f-cking a long thot b-tch, i can’t be seen witchu
if i find out you f-cked a lame n-gga, i’m probably leaving you
i just wan’t love and money, i can’t even choose between the two
you b-tches burnt out and turnt out
b-tch you ain’t famous, you just that one hoe we all heard about
you b-tches lame as f-ck, ain’t even nothing ya’ll can learn about
don’t say bro name, cause that’s the type of sh-t that we gon’ murk about
still keep my glizzy tucked
me and my blunt inside my studio, how i get lit as f-ck
these n-ggas slimin’ out they mans, i’m watching n-ggas b-tches f-ck
imma keep rhyming on these beats until a n-gga rich as f-ck
we from the land where sh-t get grimey, that’s why we got bl!ck with us
been getting money since the 7th grade
my brother told me, “never stop this sh-t until the checks is made”
my brother put me on, the only time i’ve been in second place
said she gon’ let me f-ck, i told her, “take me to the second place”
i coulda hit that yesterday
brodie pourin’ eights in canned sodas
[?] stopped me in that track, if you don’t move, get ran ova
p-ssy boy ain’t in the range, you in a f-cking land rover
how the f-ck you getting high, and you gon’ leave your man sober? it ain’t addin’ up
made like 30k off rap sh-t, i could add it up
b-tch it’s twenty-thousand for a feature, yeah i’m taxin’, huh
ballin’ wit my blood and we could still get this sh-t crackin’, huh
ion f-ck with hoes, but i know my b-tch gon’ be bad as f-ck
left the house without my .30 clip, but we still stab you up
b-tch i go to war without my brother, prolly maskin’ up
coolin’ wit a lil thick thot, i might tap it up
need a 100 onna wrist watch, presidential bust
askin’, why she take her clothes off?
ion wanna f-ck
sorry if i gave you the wrong message, baby suck me up
i’ve been sippin’ lean again, i know this sh-t gon’ f-ck me up
i’ve been livin’ dreams again, i know i gotta run it up

- babykoda

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