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letra de vs everybody - lil rae (atl)

[intro]
(four3va, 3va)
and that’s on god (b-tch)

[verse]
two hundred put up in my safe
three hundred put up in the bank
baby 3 gon’ leave him— (the three gon’ leave him what?)
baby 3 gon’ leave him stank (you know that)
say, j5, what these n-ggas thinkin’?
ayy, lil’ twin put them in they place
talked to l5 yesterday, i told him that these n-ggas hatin’
time up, go put his dumb ass in the oven, now he bakin’ (we fried his ass)
done kicked the door down, tired of waitin’
lil’ ho said that she gotta chase, the only time you’ll catch me chasin’
all my clips be long as h-ll, hold on, wait, no diddy (no diddy, b-tch)
shawty ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ for real, ho, you got ass with no titties
i’m six digits in, but you can still catch me in the backsеat spinnin’
these rap n-ggas don’t be hard, thеse n-ggas softer than some kittens, and that’s on god
won’t catch lil rae without his—
won’t catch lil rae without his fire
and i’m tired of n-ggas screamin’ yck, n0body dyin’ (n0body what?)
if a n-gga say he stepped on one of us, that n-gga lied
where your partner at? huh, his ass in the sky
go and get some clothes to match, huh, it’s time for suit and tie
that’s the last time you’ll see that n-gga, it’s time to wave him bye
n-gga, go get back for your partner, p-ssy n-gga, all that cryin’
[outro]
ycoe

- lil rae atl

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