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letra de rrraahh - no panty

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
i can do this all day
y’all playing with it
nuttin like j
oe and 2 ls i’m lit
who nailed ya b-tch?
me
even bought her some new nails and sh-t
carwash just detailed the whip
i ain’t answering emails for sh-t
nah baby i came out to play
in that new i8 out the way
e drive don’t make sounds a lot
i’m feeling the hate now but stop
stash boxed this trey pound i copped
spin around and lay down ya block
i’m a rapping dope boy so chill
all my n-gg-s is doughboys for real
no cubas to hop out the car
just shooters that hop out like raaahahhh

[hook]
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
[verse 2: bodega bamz]
champ is here
now i’m getting lit
chicks in front of me
lights on
camera shy
lost boy
rubbing checks
shorty drop it low
for this money, money
show me what you mean
if you really love me
n-gg-s do whatever
for the cudi cudi
straight out the ghetto
where it’s pretty ugly
you the one i’m liking
i need the reason
cause everybody had you
like the season
tryna grow old with a pretty flower
like a little cold
with a little lava
hot hot
you know i like it baby
hot hot
you know i like it baby
ratatatat
ratatatat
when she throw it back
make her -ss clap
they way you break hearts
get your -ss cap
songwriters, composers, and publishers
all love her her
her s-x is a leathal weapon
i might danny glover
like gary payton
no rubber
ima smooth mothaf-cka

[hook]
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh

[verse 3: nitty scott]
i make the trigga go, rahh rahh
okay, i reloaded
g cl-ss, sn-tchin’ ya p-ss, i revoke it
rat, tat, banging dem baskets free throw it
if it make ya back ya -ss up, chances we wrote it
her back half lookin a tad bad
she bomber than baghdad
the brain got her p-ssing her math cl-ss
she know her worth and she add tax
smokin’ fatties with a baddie, i don’t p-ss that
this sh-t remind me of bikins of wakiki
i’m feeding kiwi to my b-tches in a teepee
i don’t know why you keep suckin on pee pee
you n-gg-s couldn’t be me with a personal genie
indigenious, digital b-tch
i ain’t afraid to let ya know when i’m a diggin b-tch
santeria from my tia, they sniffin a witch
shake her hips and have a n-gg- all gripping his sh-t
that’s what the jungle do
this is animal behavior on the jungle juice
we just burn a lotta tree, know a truck or two
try to move in on the tribe
n-gg-s come for you

[hook]
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh
rahh rahh rahh

- no panty

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