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letra de raising canes - fredo bang & tec

[intro: tec]
uh, uh

[verse 1: tec]
jumped off the porch, jumped in that wheel, but i still rep them avenues
if you don’t own a switch, lil’ b-tch, don’t visit baton rouge (ayy, say)
call, that ho was p-ssed at it, let them blues change your mood (change your mood)
never been a duck, but i get money like i’m scrooge
never gave a f-ck, b-tch, don’t you get it misconstrued
my water clear with a lil’ yellow like i’m p-ssin’ in a pool

[verse 2: fredo bang]
i’ve been f-ckin’ on lil’ yellow, made her step out on her dude
huh, knew she was a bop, she say her favorite song is, “ooh”
ooh
told her, “lеt me break your spine, uh, plеase don’t waste my time”
say she wanna give me neck, huh, i’m a bowtie
you can f-ck up on my mans, baby, i don’t mind
me and t pop out with bands, look like drumline

[verse 3: tec]
know that we ain’t throwin’ hands (uh-uh), b-tch, we slingin’ iron
knockin’ opps up out they tennis shoes (b-tch, come here), sh-t look like finish line (uh, uh)
hold on, let me switch the vibe, hop on the jet and switch the time
she wanna get eye-watch-he d-ck, saved her number as 69
[verse 4: fredo bang]
she want a n-gga that care about her feelings, i won’t give her mine
pushin’ it deep, brought her period down, look like brandy wine
suckin’ her t–th every time i tell her i can’t come around
she thick like a burger, let me hit it, i’m just in and out
she done left her man for the gang, okay
want me to eat her box like raising cane’s, okay
you can f-ck my dog, it ain’t a thing, okay
we run through ’em all and that’s all, okay

[chorus: tec & fredo bang]
want me to f-ck her good while she rock my chain, okay
she want van cleef, f-ck a wedding ring, okay
just gave that p-ssy to me, now she f-ckin’ on bang, okay
we run through ’em all, so it’s all, okay
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, okay
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, okay
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, okay
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, okay

[verse 5: tec & fredo bang]
i count paper, she want bottega
she brownskin, p-ssy sticky, call her maple
i’m f-ckin’ her good, good, good
she p-ss in that bed, ugh, ugh
she l!ck me like a backwood
i’m f-ckin’ up her hairdo
[verse 6: tec]
this p-ssy grippy, ooh, it grab me like a hand
might make a cameo on that onlyfans
but i can’t save her
bust in her mouth, she swallow and swallow like it’s her favorite flavor
crack her on the table, fold her legs like paper

- fredo bang tec

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