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letra de automatic part two - raq baby

[intro: raq baby]
d-ck ridin’, n-gga
whole city d-ck ridin’, n-gga, y’all n-ggas get off these n-ggas’ d-cks
f-ck wrong with y’all?
(fire this b-tch up, hulk, gang)

[verse 1: raq baby]
sh-t been gettin’ too wicked, can’t trust my old friends (can’t trust my old friends)
don’t book me for your b-tch-ass party, can’t bring my pole in
pick the bros up all the time, these cars ain’t mine, these b-tches stolen (these b-tches ain’t mine)
can be my b-tch, but ain’t sh-t free, gotta suck my d-ck just for a sew-in
old homie dissed me in a song, what the f-ck i did to you? (what i did to you?)
when i heard about it, i prayed to god this sh-t ain’t true (that sh-t had hurt me, n-gga)
switched up on me for them b-tch-ass guys, that sh-t ain’t you
tryna paint a picture like i’ll slime my partnеr out, that sh-t ain’t true (that sh-t is cap)
i don’t even know this p-ssy n-gga and hе dissin’, you can’t take back what you said (what you doin’, n-gga?)
just don’t try to bring up my name ‘fore you end up dead, huh
opp hoes tryna kick it, i told that b-tch i ain’t got no leg
if i see your ass on a bike, i’ma knock your b-tch ass off them pegs (lil’ dumb-ass n-gga)
got these n-ggas scared, i see they cliquin’ up, these n-ggas b-tchin’ up
wherever you see me, don’t ever think i’m lackin’, i got my semi tucked (got my semi tucked)
better not see that car at no red light, i bet i fill it up (yeah)
who want war? let’s send it up, n-gga, don’t record, you see me bust
i don’t talk to the b-tch that work at the club no more, got tired of her shakin’ her b-tt (no, no)
can’t go to the trap with my bro, spend a dub no more, ain’t too many people i trust
not too many can see me, gotta walk with a ski mask on, it be too many n-ggas i bust (too many n-ggas i bust)
ain’t no regular pop, ain’t none of these b-tches clean, i poured a lil’ dirt in my crush (lil’ dirt)
i had got my sh-t together, now me and my b-tch ain’t goin’ at it, huh (my b-tch ain’t goin’ at it)
made that post and then he died (rraow), switch had him gaspin’, huh
give a f-ck ’bout a baby wipe, when we catch him, he gon’ need a napkin
whacked his daddy, he the pastor, goin’ to h-ll with h-lla laughter
when i spin, can’t even drop the drac’, you can call me a sticky papper
ain’t shootin’ no legs, we tryna make sure your b-tch ass dead, real fifty tackle
said i’ma bust you, then i leave, lil’ b-tch, don’t get in your feelings after
she wonderin’ why i ain’t choose her out her friends, ’cause i had hit it faster
[verse 2: hunxho]
mm, they want peace, but we want war
when it got hard, i ain’t walk, would steal a car
this b-tch throat so godd-mn deep, when i go in, i feel her heart
i know i rap and my sh-t streamin’, but i’ll still go spin a block
i ain’t gotta have no demons, sh-t, i’m in this supercharger
like where you at, baby?
switch all on my glock, it’s automatic now like raq baby
n-ggas told and they be raisin’ hoes, your son a rat, baby
you ain’t throwed, i go insane asylum, a n-gga act crazy
back door
a n-gga diss me, spin his block inside this black truck
lil’ n-gga, miss me with that sh-t, i’ll get you wrapped up, on god
they ain’t really hard, them n-ggas act tough, on god

- raq baby

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