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letra de alicia keys - lil rae

[intro: lil rae]
huh, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn

[chorus: lil rae]
gettin’ cake my favorite hobby
a cookie-cutter muzzle on my stick, can’t wait for him to try me (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
i can’t let them boys pass by me, miss the bacc’ up with versace
had to make the ho get off of me, i don’t like the way she ridin’ it, godd-mn (godd-mn)
huh, everybody wanna be k!llers
until they get up in that field with lions, bears, and them gorillas
if she wasn’t a ten, i did not hit her, if i spin, i bet i hit him
he tried to come through in some purple jeans, knocked the tag up off his denim

[verse 1: lil rae]
beat on my chest, man, i go apesh-t, all the opps gon’ hate this
if you ain’t made three hundred thousand, get up out my face, b-tch
on the phone with bro, said he gon’ walk ’em down, that’s yesterday, b-tch
told me check my bank, i seen a hundred k, that was today, b-tch
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
you better pray to god
keep tryna act fake throwed inside them trillers, you better blow that rod, b-tch
i’m back up on his ass, better not come outside, i feel bad for the other side
the way i suited my arp up, you would think i had a mod, and that’s on god

[verse 2: lil dre6o & lil rae]
me and lil rae finna pull the big-body benz out the garage
i got this opp ho treatin’ me right in the penthouse, gave me a massage (on god)
these n-ggas thought it was over, h-ll nah, i’m finna take sh-t up a notch
know i hate a junkie-ass ho that just wanna f-ck, then smoke up all your ‘za
arp, fn, and db like i don’t know my alphabet
an opp seen me and i ain’t do sh-t, still went in cardiac arrest
these n-ggas wearin’ these fake-ass watches, they need to be cartier arrested
i make sure everybody else straight ‘fore i go put a fifty inside of my necklace, huh
sayin’ dg ain’t steppin’ on sh-t in the street like sayin’ your mama ain’t have you
as soon as i f-ck this b-tch, ain’t no more talkin’ ’cause this sh-t here been past due
everybody had they time, why the f-ck you hatin’ ’cause i got me some money and passed you?
if i had the wave and i fell off, on god, man, i’d probably be mad too
we got them switches and we put belt to ass just like your motherf-ckin’ dad do
i ain’t gotta pop out drip every day for these hoes, i can just wear somethin’ casual
if she wanna leave ’cause she say that i’m doin’ her wrong, baby girl, i ain’t even mad at you
whenever i get in the booth and i’m rappin’ that hot sh-t, just know everything factual (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
[chorus: lil rae]
gettin’ cake my favorite hobby
a cookie-cutter muzzle on my stick, can’t wait for him to try me (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
i can’t let them boys pass by me, miss the bacc’ up with versace
had to make the ho get off of me, i don’t like the way she ridin’ it, godd-mn (godd-mn)
huh, everybody wanna be k!llers
until they get up in that field with lions, bears, and them gorillas
if she wasn’t a ten, i did not hit her, if i spin, i bet i hit him
he tried to come through in some purple jeans, knocked the tag up off his denim

- lil rae

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